She Always Forgot the Biscuits
A mind slowly extinguished, a Thanksgiving tradition, and an empty seat at the table.
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4 min readNov 25, 2020
She’d be sitting right there, across the table in the armless, high-back chair. Her blonde hair tied up in a ponytail that reached all the way down to the back of her knees, if she ever let it out.
