Crushes
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An Analog Hopeless Romantic
My mother told me I had a tell. Something she used to ascertain whether I liked person who was on the other end of the phone call. Mind you, I was a teenager when she told me this. “You cover your face with a pillow,” she told me. “Mom,” I said, rolling my eyes, “I Continue reading
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To the Blonde Girl
In the seventh grade, I fell in love with a cute blonde, nerdy girl. Can’t even remember her name; that’s just evidence of how fickle my heart was in adolescence. How fickle it remains today. Never spoke so much as a word to her during those days. Nothing that wasn’t classroom related. Science and English, Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 