by Ilona Bray We filed into eighth-grade language arts class, cafeteria mystery-meat heavy in our stomachs. Seattle’s omnipresent cloud cover drifted into our pre-adolescent brains, filling whichever gaps weren’t occupied by crushes and personal insecurities. It was up to Miss Willis to keep us alert. Miss Willis of the stylish ‘70s outfits, shiny boots, and […]

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