I’m tall for my age—everyone says that—with blond hair that poofs out over my ears, and broken-and-badly-glued horn-rimmed glasses crooked on my face. Tall and awkward and frozen forever in bright amber sunlight beside my father and grandparents in the tiny, barren side yard of 1331 Fairview, Wichita, Kansas, 67203. We’re in town for Grandma and […]
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