His non-sequiter, unexpected cyberspace note reminded me of the sting of old rejection. I felt once again like that sixth grade-girl who didn’t fit in, didn’t have the right clothes, shop in the right stores, wasn’t pretty enough.  Funny how the wounds of some lies may take decades to heal and can be opened up with mere memories.

JMU

 

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