The Case For The Teen Dance
Before visiting The Mae House, I often tend to get anxious. It’s a unique feeling. I can only describe it as somewhere between knowing I need to be there, knowing it will feel good to be there, and feeling like it has fallen apart, or maybe will, upon my arrival. Each time this feeling sets in as the days and hours of getting to the train draw…
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