Text 12 – innocence is innocent
In 2022, a good friend and I sent three-lined stories back and forth to one another. We called them “Texts”. They are resurfacing for me now. I will share some of mine here – one at a time.
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In 2022, a good friend and I sent three-lined stories back and forth to one another. We called them “Texts”. They are resurfacing for me now. I will share some of mine here – one at a time.
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