Parents. If they could understand, I must be OK. It was one of those stories you begin telling with enthusiasm and a strong commitment to be genuine, but in the middle, when you sense it’s not going over very well, you skip the worst details and try to wrap it up as quickly as possible. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I certainly didn’t expect them to literally gasp and put their hands over their eyes (like looking at me might blind them). When I was done, they shook their heads in unison and looked at me with pity. She leaned toward me and said, “Oh, my God, that’s so horrible. I can’t
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