“Isn’t she supposed to be dead by now?”
I fear those words may be whispered behind my back as I go out in public.
It’s true. I couldn't blame the whisperers. I was supposed to be dead. I thought I would be by now too.
So why am I not when so many others are?
I don’t know, and that leaves me confused, with no data to steady myself. There is no clean answer.
How long do you have to
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