• True Friendship, becoming family
    The greasy pole. A merciless, unforgiving beast, isn’t it? Each rung slick with desperation, every ascent a gauntlet of grit and guile. Some folks parade up it with their noses held high. I prefer to call that naïveté. You claw your way up, bruised and battered, barely leaving room for someone like you to climb alongside—or step over—you. For me, that someone was...
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  • Simple country girl, my ass
    The moment you clicked, it was like flicking a switch. All that distance we’d stacked between us dissolved, and suddenly, there we were—trading quips and half-truths, stumbling over nostalgia and all the memories we still carry. As always, you shrugged off my praise, calling yourself “just a simple Country Girl in the big city.” But I can’t help wanting to edit...
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