Sassy Dancer

On February 14th while driving home from the grocery, Traci ramped her sky blue van onto the highway like it was the space shuttle Discovery, and she kept on going. Forty minutes breathing fumes on the icy Baltimore beltway didn’t change her mind. Her internal navigator needed a reset. She was heading south.
The day had begun as normally as burnt toast and jam. At six a.m. Traci washed her face while her husband

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