today, my grandma turned to me and asked, "how old are you now... 15 years old?"
last week, i applied at a little coffee shop in livonia. the manager thought it necessary to let me know that i had to be at least 16 to work there.
whenever i am around the middle schoolers that i volunteer with, too often another leader does a double take then laughs, "oh claire, that's you! i thought you were one of the kids."
it's not a curse, i know. just gotta keep telling myself that.
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