The good morning comes like a hit and run with marmalade sun for everyone.
Sitting at the breakfast table with a fish-eye view of the world, with mom, dad, Vince, Liz and Aunt Christie surrounding me, ordering that I finish my days-old lunch of meat ravioli in a garlic alfredo sauce... Terrifying.
Browsing in a big-box hardware store, my soul mate, Devon Bergstrom and I bump into each other, but it is completely wrong... He is ugly, mean and disfigured and I am so disappointed. But I sense and feel and know that he is the one for me and I am just going to have to live with that and the jerky, ugly version of him for the rest of my life.
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