And it worked. Because I didn't cry once while I was there, my appetite woke up and I had a genuine belly laugh that sent me falling to the ground in the middle of the street in typical Raquel fashion.
But riddle me this: who has an intervention...with alcohol? Especially when they knew I hadn't been eating? *STRONG SIDE EYE*
Ladies- I love you so much for it. You'll never know what it meant to me to have a place to go that feels like home.
*smooches...already plotting the next escape up north*
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and don't worry; I'll give you readers the full skinny on what went down eventually. I just haven't processed it all yet.
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