He seemed the perfect candidate to be my prom date – not popular enough to reject me, and free of excess nasal mucus.
He seemed the perfect candidate to be my prom date – not popular enough to reject me, and free of excess nasal mucus.
I was unlicensed, unemployed, and desperate for a job to pay my humongous student loan debts.
Exhausted and seizing in pain, I collect my garden tools, checking behind me to see if I’ve left my vertebrae, meniscus, or uterus on the lawn somewhere.
As a Navy “intel wife,” I often lamented that we didn’t have as many social opportunities as couples in other military communities such as surface, aviation, submarines, and special ops.
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