Ode to 22
An ode to my age 22, a very good year.
The year I met John, my now husband.
The year I sang my first karaoke.
The year I was hired by my amazing employers.
The year I stopped biting my nails. For the first time. In my life.
The year I met John, my now husband.
The year I sang my first karaoke.
The year I was hired by my amazing employers.
The year I stopped biting my nails. For the first time. In my life.
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