Charlotte stomps into the kitchen and slams a cabinet shut. She slams it hard, purposefully rattling the dirty dishes in the sink. “Are you going to do the dishes, babe?” she asks her boyfriend. Her tone is sharp and she[…]
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I was running late, again. Dressed in a brand new blue dress and beige heels, I rushed through the gardens to the back of the rows of chairs set up for the marriage ceremony of one of my college girlfriends[…]
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