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I remember the first day of 7th grade. Wait, no. I remember one moment, specifically, the first day of 7th grade. I remember other parts of the day, but none so clear as the first time I saw his ...

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I learned very early on that my existence was a mistake, an accident, almost an impossibility, and most definitely an inconvenience. My mother, speaking to her friends, referred to me as “my lit...

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