A very talented classmate from years ago reached out to me to say hello. It’s funny how something like that has the ability to trigger memories deep inside you that have been dozing for some time, hidden in a brain closet. Actually, it’s been in a seven-year slumber, waiting impatiently to be released. The beast that was nudged is this thing called fiction.
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They gave me a gold star.
Teresa Forester Adams 