It’s been 9 days since I returned from England, where I spent the last 3 weeks loving and being loved on by my mother, brother, and boyfriend. The day before I got on the plane to return to Toronto, I remember feeling a tightness in my chest… that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach- a certain kind of dread. You would think I was coming back to some kind of prison. Looooool. And so, thirty minutes ago,…
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