I knew it was Michelle. I recognized her walk. But she was over a block away. I didn’t want to yell at her to stop and wait while I walked a whole block to catch up with her. So I let her go, walk away without a word. If I’d delayed her, even a few seconds, she . . .

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

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