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I wish I could let go of you You with your crushing sarcasm laughing at it all like it’s no big deal– to treat me

5 pm, in the hair salon. A haggard face stares back, hair in tin foil, legs kicked up on a dirty, torn, burgundy ottoman. It’s
Nine years ago, I wandered the aisles of Staples filled with glee and uncertainty for my first year of teaching. I purchased three items: a