I'm out getting pizza and I see a former coworker there. His face dirty, his clothes wrinkled. Was he homeless now? I turned away, hoping he wouldn't see me. Memories of our conflicts surface. I was obviously better off now. But he was the only one who got pizza.
When she's not writing books or articles, Dawn Colclasure can be found exploring the road less traveled or reading one of the many books to read that day.
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