EARLY June 2017 was cupcakes, getting educated about library technology, learning about "fertility massage," hiking without tendonitis, occasionally looking at clothes for little kids in Target, and thinking I would still perhaps have a "normal life."
Late in 2017, I found out Margaux died. Early 2018 I was crying on a plane next to the rich "car salesman."
(But the plane landed in Memphis! And the woman who thought I was with so-so and kept making weird comments to me got surprised that I was not traveling with him! Because we were seated next to each other on two planes. Because he remembered me, but I didn't remember him. And then, at the end, a little girl was sick and everyone had to wait while her mom helped her in the bathroom. And I said no thank you to the business card because I had to. And then, supposedly, that was the end of that!)
Early 2018 was still a little bit innocent though.
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