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I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans for the third time since pulling into the parking lot. Just breathe. Make eye contact— Not that much eye contact. Nod, not too much, And not too fast I dissect each conversation my nail carving crescents into the soft side of my finger. My mouth forgets how to coordinate with my tongue to make sound consonants, vowels, words, sentences My tongue trips over my teeth and there is no catching what falls out Thanks, you too.
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May 8
May 8, 2026 at 11:34 AM UTC
Hello
I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans for the third time since pulling into the parking lot. Just breathe. Make eye contact— Not that much eye contact. Nod, not too much, And not too fast I dissect each conversation my nail carving crescents into the soft side of my finger. My mouth forgets how to coordinate with my tongue to make sound consonants, vowels, words, sentences My tongue trips over my teeth and there is no catching what falls out Thanks, you too.
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May 8
May 8, 2026 at 11:34 AM UTC
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