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Excerpt from a much longer piece about the seventh grade
Alex Knowles 10-11-04
It’s a cold morning in Beverly Hills, California. We are all sitting together on a chilly slab of cement. Chitchatting and shivering ostensibly, we impatiently wait.
Across from me is Jamie Swanson, who has blonde hair. He’s kind of a nerd. To the left of him is Allie Finer. She is kind of half asleep...
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The Photograph
Josh Gilpatrick 10-11-04
And then, I smiled. When she climbed in through my window, which is more convenient than the door, I smiled. It had been a week since I had seen her, but it seemed like a lot longer. I felt like I had forgotten some easiness that had probably been established in our previous contact, so I found myself reacquainting myself with her physically. Girls make me retarded...
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