
P.E. class was a rough time for junior high Michelle. There was that day I was picked dead last for some team—I forget which. As the final trickle of names were called, I protested louder and louder in my head. (“What! Aw, come on, I’m at least better than her.”) And then there was that game of dodgeball when I…
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