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Out of Pocket
There is something that happens when I step outside, with no purse or bag. I almost feel naked, like my fevered August teacher dreams where
There is something that happens when I step outside, with no purse or bag. I almost feel naked, like my fevered August teacher dreams where
Most kids my age wouldn’t have found a lengthy biography of a medical missionary gripping summer reading. I wasn’t a particularly pious child, though my