I will never know everything. Sometimes I’m not sure I know anything. I do know I would wait forever for you. Then when that one ended I would wait around some more. Now here I sit next to you. Why is it so hard to…
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The Curious File of #39
She had, as we say in the industry, a flat affect. Relaying a monumental series of traumas; from a stepfather with indecent proclivities, to a stolen Dodge pickup, the night she spent in the woods after her aunt forgot to count children when she packed…