Leta let me curl her hair for the first time on Thanksgiving. It wasn’t the specialness of the occasion or the fact that many of her cousins would be dressed up, too. No, she let me do it because I gave her a bowl of M&M’s to eat while I did it.
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Newsletter: Month Forty-two
The little sister I never had
For the black sheep
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