Monday, January 18, 2021
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I'm seventeen. It's a scorching afternoon in the middle of summer, with no breeze at all, and the freshly cut grass is tickling m...
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I was just thinking about Jimmy, a close friend of mine. The summer before grade 12, my friend Jimmy was walking home from a party wh...
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Something I've desperately been trying to conquer lately is impostor syndrome. Whenever I meet new people, pick up a new hobby, or start...
