“You made me so sad,” he said.

This was my art professor in college.

I could feel my toes crinkling inside my boots. I noticed the shapes of the foam on top of the beer inside my cup. I can’t remember how old I am.

“I made you sad?” I asked. “Why?”

“Because you didn’t believe in your self.”            


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