BIKE LIFE VANCOUVER
Mar 11, 2020
3 minutes
by Misti Hurst
here I was, stuck and uncomfortable, talking to some women at a house party. I wished for some way out; some way to gently disappear so I didn’t have to make small talk (at which I’m somewhat awkward). I excused myself to pour another drink – the only way I knew to escape for a moment – but then there was no where else to go but back to the forced conversation peppered with awkward gaps of
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