One Last Thing
As I have started to think about directions and my new freedom, I remembered an email I received from a woman I've known since I was 5 years old. Her daughter and I became friends first. We met at a playground early one morning. Clare dragged me (literally) to her house so I could meet her mom. So I walk into this strange person's house and am
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