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I wasn’t known as a brave kid. Imaginary adventures quietly rattled in my head from morning till night, rooted there by all the stories I’d consumed, but the wad of anxiety at my core kept my real world tight and small. Like many girls my age, I collected pretty diaries with little padlocks on them. […]
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It’s a hot July day and the grass is sticky with humidity. Yet Liam licks his soft serve in a lackluster way. We’ve been together three years yet my mental file on him is narrower the width of my pinky finger. Its first figurative page reads, in big bold letters: Liam has an insatiable sweet […]