The opening scene to the TV show of my life might go something like this.
Two female, 20-something, super-smart graduate lawyers are talking over lunch. One of them appears confident and assured, immaculately dressed. The other woman is dishevelled and crying. She’s just heard some terrible news: her father has terminal cancer.
She doesn’t know how she’s going to cope, she says. She loves her father very much and wants to be there for him, but she’s worked so hard to get on this graduate program.
How lucky they are to have each other for support, she says, and reaches for her companion’s
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