I was freezing. It was as if I thought after twenty-eight years I would miraculously become “warm-blooded” and not need a sweater at a restaurant. I was wrong. As I sat there, goosebumps all over, I mused about why I…
I was freezing. It was as if I thought after twenty-eight years I would miraculously become “warm-blooded” and not need a sweater at a restaurant. I was wrong. As I sat there, goosebumps all over, I mused about why I…
