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baby. Charleston again, a bachelorette in Nashville, three weekends to Aspen. Spain would have been the 12th.
I counted my own trips in those six years on my own card. Zero. I had not been on a vacation in 18 months.
I had told myself I was saving. I had told myself I was busy. I had told myself I was between things.
I had told myself for six years a continue reading …
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