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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times
The year I turned sixteen was, for lack of a more poetic descriptor, a bit of a garbage heap. My parents split up. My Nana died. I spent the entirety of my grade ten year trying to eat as little as I...
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Waiting in the departure lounge, I shift my weight from my right foot to my left. My duffle bag is looped loosely over my shoulder. I glance up from my book. Everyone else sits. Everyone else stares....
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