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rule before I learned to read. You don’t ruin the picture.
When I was 13, I cried because I got a B+ on a science test. My mother stopped me in the hallway. She wiped my face with her thumb.
She said, “We don’t perform pain in this house, Catherine. We perform composure.” I never cried in front of her again. In college, I dated a boy named Brett Donovan.continue reading …
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