Okay, I admit it, it feels good to cry. To let go of all of my inhibition and say, “this is how it is, this is how I feel.” And it feels bad too. Horrible, in fact, because once again I was curled up in a ball, under the covers with E.E. sobbing. Sobbing over the thought of never swimming in my pool again. It seems silly at first, crying over
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