Flipped the Script? I Killed it!! (before it killed me)

  I'm waiting nervously in the basement of a worn down community center, eating chocolate chip cookies from a napkin and drinking bitter black coffee from a styrofoam cup. From a semi-circle of cold metal fold-up chairs I stand and wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans, take a long deep breath, and make my confession... "My name is Dawn... Continue Reading →

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