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She doesn’t recognize me. We’ve been in school together since kindergarten and She. Doesn’t. Recognize Me

Well, now we’ve just crossed over to crazy town. I do not have great taste. I have no taste

It’s not really the studies that bothers me. It’s the fact that I’ve heard high school is a social jungle

Did I do something wrong during bagels and iced coffee earlier? Use the wrong word, eat too quickly?

“Dahlia,” Temmy says carefully. “Do you think a fourteen-year-old should be wearing browns and grays all the time?”

I look up, up, up, where the white stone meets the blue sky. Hashem, I think, please let it all be easier. High school, classes, teachers