At home I was a totally different person, so much so that I had to remind myself that I wanted the lifestyle you said you wanted. Most girls in our town did. Money and husbands and Burberry trench coats. Hints of anything else were tiny flashes I tried to forget. Even when I won the poetry competition in third grade. Even when I spent a summer at art camp and sobbed the whole car ride home, dreading going back to school. Even when we took a class trip into the city and saw a woman perform spoken word and I leaned very far forward in my seat because I didn’t want to miss a single word, even
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