I have never been a big fan of meeting new people - not because I'm a sour, embittered Scrooge-like character, but because I always find myself feeling sick with anxiety that they'll end up hating me.
On a chilly February night in the Highlands Community Campus building, the wooden basketball court is illuminated by strands of warm white lights, paper lanterns are strung from the ceiling and a ...
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