24- But In My Defense, I Was Unsupervised

OZ

People give me odd looks as I walk. I can’t really blame them, I’m carrying a fully grown woman down a city street like she’s passed out drunk or dying, which, in fairness, kind of describes the situation. A few pedestrians slow down, eyes lingering. I meet each one of them with a flat, expre...

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