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All the things we builtassured that they would lastEnding months ticket stubs and written notes and photographsWhere are you and here somewhere…
I live two blocks away from the home I grew up in. The home I took my first steps in, and learned to ride a bike in, and…
I tried on the persona every now and then, pulling it over my being like a big, woolly sweater that made my skin itch and irritated…