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Private places to cry.
Safe spaces.
Andrew, Mason, and my parents.
Private places to cry.
Safe spaces.
Andrew, Mason, and my parents.
Recommendations for good frame shops from good friends.
Living in a city with a train that will take me to different neighborhoods when I need a change.
Old friends who will remind me what it feels to be safe.
This morning between my math exam and work I had an excellent phone conversation with my mother.
Tonight I saw a man exercising his dog by driving loops in a parking lot with his smart car, his dog running happily behind.
She asked if I was okay and I said, “Yeah, I’m fine.” So she asked again.