Part 1: An Unexpected Name
I wouldn’t say I was any sort of popular growing up. I kept to myself, mostly. There were really only two people I called close. We had secret nicknames. Small intimacies disguised as jokes. Mine was Hannah Bear. Silly, not particularly unique, but tender all the same. A quiet term of endearment and the feeling of being known. I was only a few weeks away from graduating high school when the direction of my life shifted with out warning. The art school I was meant to attend th
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