By Elisabeth
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By Elisabeth


You Only Live Once

He died knowing he hurt me and I never gave him a chance to say sorry.

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Chris died. You know. Chris. Christopher. Mack. Mykel. Everyone knew him. He was the fast talker, the shape-shifter with a murky identity and dismal origin story. He was the charismatic scammer who could talk his way in and out of anything. If he was your friend, you…




Random musings and wisdom from a New York Times bestselling author with more time on her hands than words.

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Elisabeth Ovesen

Elisabeth Ovesen

3x New York Times bestselling author, Senior Copywriter, and essayist.

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