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Introspection

On Campus

Coordinates

It’s an Australian thing, I told whoever proudly. It’s a habit that you learn from chilly beach days when you feel the wind grow chiller, and you can see the days grow shorter, and when you know, you just know, this means that Summer’s ending so you’ll all be back at school soon, and all those Summer Dreams you dreamed all year are never coming true, or not this time around at least.

Endpaper

Almost Famous

I took a perverse joy in making my friends’ parents uncomfortable, explaining in more detail than they wanted how my job had me cleaning up fake body fluids and fetching dildos from the storeroom whenever they asked about my “interesting” work.

Endpaper

House on a String

Two weeks before moving, I learned that the “inventor” of the yo-yo, Louis Marx, had lived a few blocks away from my then home.

For The Moment

We Are Not the Kennedys

I didn't even make first cuts for my high school's freshman tennis team. It was the only sport I had ever really played (in first grade, I was on the soccer team for two practices) and I still lost all six sets in tryouts. I'm just not an athlete.

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