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25 promises
In the back of a file, I find this treasure, which slips into my hand unencumbered by memory — handwriting labored, misspellings consistent, spacing not quite figured out.

What was the lie? Surely it was my mother who imposed this punishment (a teacher would have corrected the spelling)…or was she just looking for a way to get me out of her hair for a few minutes?

In any case, it didn’t work. I improved my handwriting, learned to spell, got better at spacing, found out about split infinitives…but I broke the promises. I lied again. Sorry, mom.

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