Angela lent me a dollar to buy this composition book. I told her it’d be a journal—and that wasn’t a lie—but two self-indulgent entries later and I’m tracking research in it instead. You’re asking…
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When I Was a Thing
MINE One word, scribbled across the picture of a bride he’d ripped out of a magazine. It was one of many “presents” he’d been leaving me. A pair of stolen underwear, generously returned to me…