Nov 15, 2022
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Trump Killed My Friendship
Crow’s Feet Writing Prompt #20 — Friendship
She was 6, and I was 5 when my father, sisters, and I moved into Deb’s neighborhood. She was horrified that I didn’t have a mother (she died when I was an infant) and offered hers. Deb’s mother would be my substitute mom until her death 40 years later.
