Skeletons in the Closet

We all have skeletons in the closet. Some are major. Some of them are distant memories that manifest themselves as current issues. I refuse to wear a backpack to this day because of a horrible high school memory. I tripped in the stairwell hall and fell on my overloaded backpack, trapped awkwardly like a turtle with myContinue reading “Skeletons in the Closet”

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