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January 25, 2004
In spite of the family lore, I never ran away from home. They'd already sent me off to an awful boarding school, one of those places proudly called "horsey" by the square jawed women allied to it. The fact is, I just never came home again. It is true that I stood up to my parents, but that came much later, and did no one any good. I already had my freedom by then; I was trying to help my little sister find hers. But she didn't really want to be free, she wanted to be married, something irreparably different.