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The woman in front of me laughs, and it reminds me of the chimes on my back porch when the wind dances through them—melodic and airy sounding. What a laugh.
Maybe it’s okay to let myself feel something.
She’s fucking enchanting.
“You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.”
“Do you think it would be okay if I called you mom too?”
Sobbing
