I told myself I wouldn't cry. I didn't want to scare her. I didn't want her to think this stranger was emotionally unstable. Then I worried if I didn't let myself cry she'd think maybe I was emotionally inept. I changed my shirt 3 times. I was about to change it a fourth time when … Continue reading The Promise
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