one day,” she said, “but we don’t really understand that until a person in a white coat tells you.” Sitting in a chair at Denver’s Mercury Cafe, the thirty something brunette maintained her composure, her voice even and strong, as she explained to the assembled audience that two years before she’d been told she had incurable cancer. Even as a licensed therapist, she didn’t know how
End Game
Mar 25, 2022
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