Ghost in the machine.
Imagine there's no heaven, above us only sky.
High school
There were 20 girls in my class. I looked at each one as if I could figure out the kind of girl I was. Some girls seemed already to be on their way into life, with focused habits of study and a sense of comfort and belonging amid their friends. They knew the college they were applying to and maybe could…
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