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05/21/10
Expectations
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Some days I’m clawing for worth. I mope around, looking under the couch for Charlie’s stuffed Bee while he whines behind me. Suddenly, I’m pining for the self I wanted to be when I was seven. The seven-year-old me wanted to be known, to have some measure of my value etched upon the world like [...]