Street signs
Triggers are curious.
Picture this – I’m cleaning my garage and pick up a box. There’s a piece of paper on the floor where the box used to be. I look at it. It’s one of those forms a moving company makes you sign when they deliver your stuff. It’s from November 3, 2016 – six months after my life imploded – and it has my still-married signature on it. My name looks familiar and bizarre all at…
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