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SIXTY NINE: MY FINAL WRITING AS A CHILD

I was my mom's best friend. I knew that, even though she never exactly said it.

As soon as I got upstairs, I met Mike by the first door, waiting, with a towel in his hands. I ran to him and tried to enter the room. He moved aside quickly, wondering why I was so swift and anxious.

Well, I met Nora in...