Late November, 1995
I'd never been much of a praying woman before, outside of some very general, dear God, let me make it out of this alive sort of way, but often after my transformation, I found myself in prayer. Prayers for sanity. Prayers for it all to make sense. Prayers for my life back. Prayers to... God? The universe? Fate? I'm not
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