Middle-aged newlywed autistic vegan perpetual mom raising sons and a granddaughter. Not as complicated as it sounds…
One late spring day, there was a party invitation from Laurie on my desk when I walked into French class. Laurie was the "funny one" of the very popular girls. She was snarky before snarky was a thing. She had a quick wit that stung. I'd seen girls driven to tears by her so often I lost count. Our only conversations had been her asking me for help with algebra, so I had no idea why I was invited.
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