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It was the first time that I stopped to think about how hard it must be to be two

He just ambled into the woods at the end of our street, oblivious to all the eyes following his every move

I held on to that dream for a year and more. Each month, and another, and another

“Narcissist.” An ugly, nasty word, almost an onomatopoeia, hissing of insidious things

It’s a little scary how quickly I will hit the “I agree” button just to make all that contractual verbiage disappear

I had many words that were inching — no, rushing — their way out of my mouth