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Real life is stranger than any fiction I could compose.
Monday, June 4, 2012
Story of the Day 5/ 4/ 2012
Sarah wanted to share with me what happened at lunchtime, today.
She said, "I didn't hear all of the conversation, but..."
"No," I interrupted her, "You didn't hear ANY of the conversation."
I am not sure how, but she had forgotten that she is deaf.
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Cassia Margolis
On good days, I am an artist. On bad days, I am still trying to decide what I want to be when I grow up. I also write about things...it helps to keep me from punching holes in the walls.
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