The PieCrust of a Closed Question

The PieCrust of a Closed Question

The piecrust lodged in my emotional throat when I was 8 and it’s been there ever since. I was 8 and I was visiting the home of my sworn enemy.  I can’t remember her name.  I didn’t even remember she was my enemy until some relative – I can’t remember who –...
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