In Anticipation of Her Thirtieth Birthday, part one
I was thirty-two before I found love. I met a woman who said she was going to die before she was thirty. When I asked her why, she said she just knew. “Like the sky is blue,” she said, “or apple pie is tasty. I just know.” She wasn’t ill, she didn’t have any terminal … Continue reading In Anticipation of Her Thirtieth Birthday, part one
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