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Dancing on My Own
Apr 11, 2020
2 minutes
By ADRIENNE GUNN
Illustration by PABLO LOBATO
six days, and my mood was souring. I was worried about my parents, my kid, my job, the health care workers and delivery people, and about how fragile every single fucking thing is. I missed my boyfriend, who showed up one morning to wave at.
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