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It Is Written as come milestones, so do they. Like locusts, they arrive. Their love descends in unsolicited advice and probing questions dressed up as
Molecules of clean chlorine break over my swim cap as I push past fatigue, breathing bubbles. I begin another spin down the chemically pristine and
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That year started out the same, Introductions, a checklist of rules and routines But students are the unpredictable variable Cece was misplaced, mainstreamed into Gen
My eyes bulged out of their sockets, ears had surely misheard. But it was true. I had heard right. My father had indeed spoken to