“I am going to make it through this year, if it kills me.”
My brother spun around in his office chair to ask me a question.
“Do you remember John Darnielle from Claremont High School?”
Of course I remembered John. He made an impression on me, even though he was a sophomore and I was a senior. We were both in Rosemary Adam’s English class that year.
I can…
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