A Letter To My Freshman Roommate’s Catholic Mother
To My Freshman Roommate’s Catholic Mother:
You taught me how to do my cat-eyes back then. The thick liquid liner, black. My eyes, green and sultry. You had to have known how hard we partied, and I knew you prayed for us, however it is you prayed. You were Catholic, did it all funny, unbelievably to me. I wasn’t living right, but I certainly wasn’t Catholic.
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