I don’t have a memory of first meeting her. We just did. Her mom and my mom were best friends and 3 month ol’ me was in the waiting room when she was born. That’s our joke. We got into trouble together and were each other’s alibis when we interrogated for it. We’ve had silly…
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Confessions of an Ex-Millennial Mayor
I imagine 18-year-old me, 28-year-old me, and the me today sitting at a bar. They’d all get along kee-keeing with one another. They’d converse about talking the crying customer out of the plane bathroom before take off, or telling the one man, “I’m as hot and chocolate as he was going to get,” because we…