The letters we keep in boxes

This is a story about wiffleball and tickling


A little while back, someone wrote to me on Facebook. It was a surprising and unusual message to find in my DMs, and I wanted to share it with you.

“Let me set the table for you.

He was neither my teacher nor guidance counselor.

I was a teenager with a recently divorced mother who suffered a nervous breakdown. She was a religious fanatic and didn’t kno…

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