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Left for breakfast — ate a breakfast bagel in the sunshine, smelled a pink rose, drank a coffee that is right. Pet a dog for 30 minutes with my one hand, legs draped over the wrong side of a chair. Pet another dog. Lost my keys, found my keys. Hoped across train tracks barefoot. Sat and talked with people who were kind.
There was a point in my high school life where my Mom was obsessed about my virginity and she kept drilling me with the same question over and over, “Are you still a virgin?” She then went through my phone without asking, which only ends in me encrypting it with four different passwords.