Roller Coaster
Pair this one with Self Control by Laura Branigan and prepare to scream
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The car drags itself to the top with the energy of an asthmatic octogenarian and the sullenness of Kafka as a teenager. It is not far now. Maybe thirty feet before the tracks drop out of sight. My stomach curls up in anticipation. And dread. Here we go again. As usual I lose a lot in the almost free fall; my breakfast, mind, voice, and credibility, my keys, as well as the 20 bucks I had saved for all sorts of fried food items later. It is always the same. Once the hormone ride is on it is on.
Regitze Ladekarl has re-emerged as a raconteur after a long, successful career elsewhere. She crafts universal tales from everyday lives with an honest, sharp and witty pen. Besides working on a forthcoming novel, she flexes her voice with personal essays, flash fiction, and method writing here on Medium.
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