The girl had everything.
She was well-groomed, successful, personable, and fun. With her perpetual smile, the girl never even had a bad day.
But that is just how it seemed. There were different tales for those of us who knew her.
My journey into the Bridget saga began on a Saturday in January, and I was visiting gyms with basketball games for girls. I was an overseer for the City girls program.
All seemed in order at the gym, where Bridget played in the fourth-grade division. All was in order administratively, so I turned my attention to the court and immediately noticed Bridget. In my estimation, she
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