okay. This lady has the writing thing down. You just gotta read it.
A few weeks ago, I experienced one of those “nightmare come true” type of things. Like everyone, I have a recurrent dream about high school. I am in the halls, between classes, and utterly lost. I’m not sure where I am supposed to be, which class is next, or what books I need to wedge out of my locker. In fact, I don’t even remember which locker is mine. When my favorite teacher Mrs Goodwin suddenly appears, I feel a bit of relief. I credit her with herding me through the hallways when I was physically there, I know I can count on her in a dream.
BJ Goodwin was a feisty little women. She kept a pair of old lady spectacles perched on the tip of her nose. If displeased…
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