“I notice a small grin ripple across my face. I ask, ‘Who’s on First?’”
Forget the sensory sensitivity, the meltdowns, the feeling of knowing where each and every hair follicle is being bent the wrong way by an article of clothing: the inappropriate involuntary grin is the feeling I can’t stand the most in this world.
“I notice a small grin ripple across my face. I ask, ‘Who’s on First?’”
Forget the sensory sensitivity, the meltdowns, the feeling of knowing where each and every hair follicle is being bent the wrong way by an article of clothing: the inappropriate involuntary grin is the feeling I can’t stand the most in this world.
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