I met Polly once, she came over to play baseball. She was my best friend's best friend from Petaluma. The three of us had a typical childhood dispute about the rules of baseball. A year later, she was kidnapped. I remember feeling helpless to comfort my friend and grasping to cope with the unfolding events. Thank you to Rebecca Miller for writing this, I hope it's healing for anyone who was affected by the loss of this beautiful person.
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