All the stories can't be lies.

030. My papa and my nana, who split up long before I was born, both called me Girly. 

I miss it. Sometimes I hear my nana say things to me, just in her voice, you know? She’s my good conscience, I guess. And she always calls me Girly when I need to be strong.

My other Papa and that whole part of my family called me Mandi. 


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