The first night in her new apartment, Jennifer Clinger sat down to a meal of pancakes and sausage. A combination of breakfast and dinner she’d prepared—“brinner,” she calls it. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she devoured “the best pancakes ever”—in her home, at her table, in her kitchen. “The night I ate those pancakes,” says Jennifer, “was when I knew I was going to be ok.” Her traumatic and
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