last week, i was driving my mom’s silver Lexus SUV— the same one I was driven to-and-from every ice rink in SoCal in throughout my childhood, the same one I drove in my first 30ish days of sobriety.
after my boyfriend Tracy and I had loaded the back up with whicker patio chairs we had gotten for a bargain at Saint Vincent de Paul, a giant warehouse th…
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