For a year and a half, I couldn’t listen to the radio. Every song was haunted by a memory. I’d hear the first few notes of a song like “Hit Me With Your Best Shot” by Pat Benatar and I’d be catapulted into my preteen years, belting out the lyrics into a shared hairbrush microphone during a sleepover with my best friend. Ever since she’d sent the text rendering her my “ex” best friend…
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