independence
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The click reverberated in my memory as I twisted the key in the lock. My morning walk had left me chilled and oddly unsettled, the empty streets and drawn curtains of my neighbors’ houses feeling more oppressive than peaceful today. I felt my dad’s hand on my shoulder as I leaned into the door;
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The next few months were largely spent explaining to my mother how I had never been it for Kyle and desperately trying to convince her that he had never been it for me either. That our love for Aunt Jules and my mom had been the chain holding our futures together. Without one of
Ink & Interruptions 