One night when I was very young, I lay in my bed across from my older sister’s and described what I planned to look like when I grew up. My wavy brown hair would be straight and blond. My eyes, now the color of over steeped tea, would turn blue. I wore a leg brace to bed in those days, a metal rod
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Ona Gritz
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