Hot Chocolate Pudding and Cold Scrambled Eggs

It seems like I was always an angry child. Not the throw-fits-in-the-grocery-store kind of angry. Not the slam doors or pull-off-the-wings-of butterflies angry. Although I did a little of the former — a couple of times, and got smacked for doing it. No my anger turned itself on me in the form of headaches — stabbing, killer headaches that constantly felt like someone was ramming an ice pick into my head. My mother gave me […]

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