shooting star
Sometimes I have to ask myself if I’m responsible for all of it. If I hadn’t wished on a glimmering shooting star, on top of the pool house roof on that picturesque July night, would it have ended there? Would he have moved to a big house in Tinley Park with his family, sending me back to my cramped bedroom on the West Side?
I’ve always said that it was …
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