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... nest, I feel like my "identity," if that's the word for it, was established only recently.
No, hold on. Don't snark at me just yet.
Ever since I was little, I was sick and bedridden. I didn't really need a sense of self...well, to be more accurate, I'm sure I was trying hard not to have one.
I wanted to pull on a pair of running shoes and sprint around a track. I wanted to walk home from school with a big group of friends and stop for bubble tea together.
That was ...
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