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Lawless Lady. So I'm a 55 year old woman and I was having issues with my sciatic nerve and made

an appointment for a massage. My usual therapist was on vacation so I had someone new, Sarah,

which is a pretty common name. She was great and did a great job. No complaints about her

skill. But I couldn't shake the feeling that I knew her. She looked familiar, but I couldn't place

her. We did the usual question thing. Do you live around here? Where'd you go to school, etc.

And I didn't come up with the common denominator because we only went back as far as high school.

I should also explain that she didn't recognize me, nor my name because when I was in school, I went by my nickname.

And as an adult, I was using my full married name, so instead of D. Jones, I was Diane Smith.

So there was no way for her to recognize my name.

When I was in junior high, there were two girls who were best friends and absolute bullies to me for some reason.

Their names were Sarah and Donna.

I'd get shoved, hit, punched, and worse, and more than once had books knocked out of my arms.

Teachers never did anything, and my years at

school were miserable. Fortunately, we ended up at different high schools. Back to my massage. When the

massage was over, I got dressed and went to pay. That's when I saw the receipt with her last name on it.

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