Holidays are trapdoors into the past. They’re the closest thing I’ve experienced to time travel. Every year I forget about the time travel.
Then the all-encompassing sadness hits and I wonder what the hell is going on. Why am I solemnly sneaking away from the joyful opening of presents to slip on my mom’s high school ring? And why am I crying while putti…
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