A-Typical

I’m sitting in the dark hallway guarding the door, the majority of the contents of the bedroom behind me now littering the second-floor landing. I’m exhausted, with my just-discharged-from-physical-therapy wrist wrapped in ice. I can feel a migraine forming above my left temple, and I’m really hoping the hanger I took to the nose won’t... Continue Reading →

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