Beloved, this is a powerful statement: Everything Comes Out in the Wash! Everything comes out forgotten about or wiped off the slate clean. In good times, erased, not even a calamity that has to be forgotten in theory at least.
Possibly, even Miss Smith, your fourth grade school teacher who always looked at you with her eyeglasses on with a reflection on them that made you feel guilty and, besides, her eyes always had that look about them that you felt the brunt of.
It’s possible that, given other circumstances, you could have liked Miss Smith – or maybe not. You associated Miss Smith with winter. How cold could she have really been to fourth graders?
Besides, you didn’t yet know the existence of borders. When a teacher early on told your class to cross the street at the corner for safety, you had a friend who lived…
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