The View from a Drawbridge

The random musings of a bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

A few years after my high school graduation, I ran into someone I went to school with but didn’t know very well. He said, “In high school, I always thought you were a snob.” That floored me. In high school I was a lonely, troubled, insecure girl who would have given anything, anything to have …

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