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ed to…estaurants, an improv coach I’d admired, a boy from college who used to write poems for me. Others. Some people didn’t respond, which made me sad; but it also made me realize that maybe I was someone they needed to let go of, for their own hearts to be peaceful. Other people did respond, with long updates, photos, questions.

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Sophie Lucido Johnson

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π‚π‘π«π’π¬π­π¨π©π‘πžπ« 𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐧π₯𝐚𝐝𝐞
π‚π‘π«π’π¬π­π¨π©π‘πžπ« 𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐧π₯𝐚𝐝𝐞

Written by π‚π‘π«π’π¬π­π¨π©π‘πžπ« 𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐧π₯𝐚𝐝𝐞

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