That day after graduation was perfect. Detroit winter cold, snow piled on both sides of the shoveled sidewalks and smooth all over Deidre’s unshoveled backyard. We threw snow balls and laughed all afternoon. One hit me in the face, the boy I can’t remember wiped it gently off. The most perfect day. Snow, kindness, freedom. A part of the whole, not knowing I was strange.
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