Jennifer Baez

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The dread I felt did not rise from my thoughts but from my gut, from some corporeal logic that had kept meticulous track of every mistake before this one. That believed there was a finite number of times one could break someone’s heart before it hardened to you.
What My Mother and I Don't Talk About: Fifteen Writers Break the Silence (What We Don't Talk About)
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