The questions, oh the questions!

I don’t want to think about them. I don’t want to have this huge ball of anxiety swirling around my stomach and stopping me from focus on the things I should actually be doing, like my job. I don’t want to torture myself thinking about all the little ways I’ve been hurt and all the secrets I may not even know about yet.

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A taste of the Commonwealth: Prawn Malabar Curry Recipe

The Key to my Heart is in New York