The year: 2019. The season: late spring. The location: an overly humid Washington, D.C.
During that time it was only a few short weeks till I would graduate from George Washington University with my Master’s in Public Policy. I was walking to the metro station talking with my dad on the phone when he asked me if I had a special friend. I was baffled. My…
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