Even the circus freak side of my face-my damaged half-was better than the alternative, which would have meant death by fire. I didn’t burn to ashes. I emerged from the flames like a little phoenix. I ran my fingers over the scar tissue, caressing the contours. I didn’t burn, Mummy, I thought. I walked through…Continue Reading Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine
Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine
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