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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