Wednesday, September 11, 2013


We called her Bubbles. On account of the fact that she was my best friend for two years, I really should remember why we called her that, but I don’t. I do remember how much we laughed. I also remember too vividly the harsh childhood she’d endured with her biological mother. Read more.

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