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Why do we build fake things? I sit here, in an elective course, bored to tears, hating every part of my existence, my body, the way I...

“Are you sure you know where we’re going?” Emily asks from the passenger seat. “I’m fairly certain if I know how to get to the woods,” I...

New Year’s Day, 1999 “Hey, Jim” the cashier said. Immediately I recognize her: it’s June. She was an old friend from high school; we used...