I’d like to say that I wiped that from my mind with ease. That the knowledge that my could-be kid was rolling around inside someone didn’t haunt me. If I did, I would be lying, and I don’t lie…except to people I love. I am severely fucked up, but that’s not a newsflash. So...
My hair was partially frozen from stopping to sign a few autographs for kids. Anyone who braves the Cayuga cold deserves some signage. “Hey, nice goal,” Arou said, leaning against the open car door. “Thanks.” “So the rest of ...
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