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It’s one dark gloomy night in the middle of November. Summer has finally given up putting up the good fight as her last bit of warmth no longer lingers. With the sun setting in the late afternoon, the sky is already pitch black which somehow strangely compliments the crisp cold air biting at my cheeks. Me, my siblings, and parents all depart the minivan, our hands occupied with covered dishes, p...
A quiet girl's problem with forced interaction
Jan 24, 2023
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