I was never good at ending things.

Tonight I wrote a book about high school. unprecedented: but maybe just because I never kissed a boy in junior high. and unforgiving: thanks to all the kids who made me feel like an idiot for not swearing. and remarkable. I wore pink dresses to school but I spent more fourth periods at Snowbird than at a desk third term. I saw my...

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hello harold miner.

Okay so here's the thing.I am currently analyzing my English teacher's blog. And English teachers love analysis. (I know because I have the AP Lit test on Wednesday and I'm in full panic mode) So this is to you Mr. Kyle Nelson. Once you told us that we're only seventeen, but we write about everything, and nothing. And I loved that. Sometimes you...

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