When I was a freshman in high school I made a new friend that I loved hanging out with. He was unlike anyone I met previously. Any weekend spent at his house led to weeks of stories I could relive of mundane things made memorable. A walk to the gas station for burritos, for example, turned into an odyssey of exploring old train tracks, running from neighborhood dogs, jam sessions, and meeting girls. He was so fun to be around and I felt like an […]
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The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoevsky



