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Self-Story Four: The Fire Pit

Once that pit in my stomach came, it never really left. Sure, at times it felt lighter, but it was always still there. A reminder that I...

Self-Story Two: Volumes

My small feet walked slowly on the vinyl floors of the Swift Current mall. My mother had long since dropped my hand, the sweat covering...

Self Story 1: The Name Game

I could feel my feet curling in my boots. I was trying to feel the ground beneath me, absorb the sensations of my peers walking around...

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