I think of the rickety school van where I'd have to sit in the front by the driver's side on the engine's plastic cover.
The constant infatuation with a girl, I'd make excuses to get notes of, conspire to have her in my team during games period.
I think about the girl in 5th grade, whom I was smitten with who is no more than the Facebook account she left.
I think about and thank my English literature teacher, for the breath taking austerity she exuded and the transparent partiality she had towards me ( because I did all the work she said ). It made me write.
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