When I was a little girl I had dreams of being the next Madonna. Okay, minus the cone bra, but…
I quickly pull into a spot in the dark parking lot, my car for once, child-free.I’m running into the store…
I miss my childhood meals.Well, except for liver and onions. Yeah, those nights I was totally good with a glass…
She only knew my name from a white piece of paper. I assume it was even typed and not written…
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