“These past six months have just been a lot,” I said to my coworker in a restaurant in New Hampshire, two days before the Democratic primary last February. I pushed my chicken fingers around with my fork and hoped it looked like eating.
“These past six months have just been a lot,” I said to my coworker in a restaurant in New Hampshire, two days before the Democratic primary last February. I pushed my chicken fingers around with my fork and hoped it looked like eating.
