ema winced every time my pen touched the paper. kaba couldn’t watch. they had asked me for this – fix the errors, show me what to do – but it was brutal. i felt like i should have known better than to give in. “mistakes are good,” i said, my oft-repeated line. “we need mistakes. … Continue reading mistakes
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