I sat in a corner-booth, a half-step from shrinking, and dictated my flaws to their creator. My mother, framed by dollar bill archways enunciated with two subtle trumpet solos, “You never know with children.”
Julia
I sat in a corner-booth, a half-step from shrinking, and dictated my flaws to their creator. My mother, framed by dollar bill archways enunciated with two subtle trumpet solos, “You never know with children.”
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