There was something about Ingrid…

Her joy made me sad.

Ingrid loved me. I didn’t love her back. She was weird. Very. Her bizarre joy caught me off guard when I answered her favorite question with a monosyllable every single day. I would purse my lips and grunt “sure” when she would suggest we sit together in the school bus on our way home. Now that I reflect, I mumbled “sure” every single afternoon, Monday to Friday throughout my junior…

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