Published by admin on May 3, 2017

the depths

  …they pull me. Perhaps it was because, late one night at the age of 7, my family was practically crushed like an aluminum can after a drunk driver ran us off the road, coming home from a friend’s Chuck E. Cheese birthday soiree. Everyone was fine–except me. I couldn’t walk the next day. I had…

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