"I know this is going to sound dramatic, but I'm not coming home this weekend," I told my sister through the phone. It was the Thursday before the first weekend in March, and I had what I thought was a cold--but what kept me in Brooklyn was the suspicion that it might actually be something else. I just wasn't sure.
"I know this is going to sound dramatic, but I'm not coming home this weekend," I told my sister through the phone. It was the Thursday before the first weekend in March, and I had what I thought was a cold--but what kept me in Brooklyn was the suspicion that it might actually be something else. I just wasn't sure.
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