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There was this summer, somewhere between heartache and finding myself, that I spent lying in the grass, reading Harper Lee and everything J.D. Salinger has ever written - Franny & Zooey twice. Years before that, I spent the summer months playing baseball with my brothers, singing "Wild Thing" and trying to look just as cool as Charlie Sheen [...]
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I know I've pushed myself too far when I find myself shouting at Thomas for no particular reason and then break down in tears, also, for no particular reason. I should probably have noticed by the laundry piling up, the angry mumbling at cars that are blocking the bike lane and my inability to write anything decent, but then again, I never do [...]
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Christian was an odd boy. My brother's best friend when we were in primary school, he had ginger hair, a strange accent and a loud personality. He lived in a slightly eccentric house right next to our school - which I later recognized in one of my first architecture classes - and he had the kindest mother. Still, it seemed like he always came over to our house. Especially on Wednesday afternoons [...]
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