The summer before my senior year of high school, I had a revelation: When I lived in a dorm, all of my clothes would be in one place for pretty much the first time in my life. This might sound strange, but I had been switching houses between my mom and my dad every Friday evening since I was three.
The summer before my senior year of high school, I had a revelation: When I lived in a dorm, all of my clothes would be in one place for pretty much the first time in my life. This might sound strange, but I had been switching houses between my mom and my dad every Friday evening since I was three.
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