“You’re not,” he said. “But I used to be,” I protested. He looked at me intensely and unafraid saying, “Yeah, but you’re not. Not anymore. You’re not.” I felt my chest tighten. Little waves rising in my eyes. I stood up …
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Happy
There I was standing in the kitchen washing dishes. Clayton was drying dishes and putting them back in their homes. Music was playing. We were half dancing to it and chiming in to the parts we knew. I was laughing …
