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Random Mayday
/a> “Isn’t it weird,” my Dad said to my Mother from the front seat of the 1989 Nissan Maxima as they picked me up from school, “that she died on the same day someone else was born.” My knees were up...
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The stillness of the room echoed my latest failure. In a moment of calculated rage—as the nearly blank page cemented the ever-increasing feeling of hopelessness—I ripped the page from the legal pad...
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