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I’m not exactly sure, and they can sense that. They sniff out uncertainty like bloodhounds

“I want my mommy,” I repeated, sobbing, while the visitors looked on, not knowing what to say.

The doorbell rings. No one rings the doorbell to our house unless they’re FedEx or UPS

I’m in a psych ward. I can deal with that. Can’t I?

I’m afraid Mimi’s return will awaken within me my greatest fear of all

As an older single, I didn’t know if I was technically considered “barren”