Patches and Glue
Aug 20
The first day of class—a lunchroom—a playground: typical places to meet new friends when I was a child. “Hello…” A pigtailed girl and I meet at the center of the monkey bars, our dusty sneakers sway mid-air. “…my name is Jennifer Francis,” I slur through my headgear. We ask each other the question common to the area of Long Island where I am...
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