• Sewing Lessons

    4 days ago - By Open Space

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    Technically, we did not live on the wrong side of the tracks - we lived right next to them. Our suburban house was the very last on the street to squeeze inside the border of the country-club school district, and more than anything, I wanted to fit in with the cliquey, sporty girls. I did a poor job of it, with my Converse high-tops and my tennis racket from Kmart, and by the time the eight-grade graduation dance rolled around, I was already a flustered jangle of insecurities and hormones. At thirteen, social success could only mean one thing: a store-bought dress. I had one picked out...
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