Dying While Dressed Wrong

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I lost it the second I spotted her, perched on the edge of her bed.

I was laughing so hard I could barely talk. My hysterics prompted her to mimic me.

When I finally composed myself, she stopped laughing too. I then asked my mother if she knew what I found so funny.

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Teacher, runner, former journalist; few N.E. Press Assoc. Awards, few Boston Globe essays, few anthologies, few comedy sites, few poems, so many grocery lists.

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Stacey Curran

Stacey Curran

Teacher, runner, former journalist; few N.E. Press Assoc. Awards, few Boston Globe essays, few anthologies, few comedy sites, few poems, so many grocery lists.

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