Courtesy of Autumn Gavora
I was 16 when my cellphone rang one Friday night as I stood in the parking lot of our local Blockbuster, arms full of DVDs. I rushed to answer, surprised to hear a nervous voice on the other end ask, "Is this Autumn?"
Courtesy of Autumn Gavora
I was 16 when my cellphone rang one Friday night as I stood in the parking lot of our local Blockbuster, arms full of DVDs. I rushed to answer, surprised to hear a nervous voice on the other end ask, "Is this Autumn?"
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