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A Woman Named Jill

I know that my headstone won’t read “Our Girl” or “our” anything for that matter. And I don’t think it will call me Jack.

I don’t know why I called myself Jack all those years, or let people call me that. It requires explanation, an explanation of something I don’t want to explain. That I can’t even explain.

I think I will call myself Jill. And starting tomorrow, everyone else will.

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