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2. Firefly! (We aim to misbehave)
3. You're the only person I know who would "get" the greek jokes in The Ogre Downstairs
4. One of your very moving posts about Ranj.
5. If it's not too snoopy - who was ... is it Owen? The boy you mention often with obvious sadness.
6. Your old default "classics cat" one
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Owen was my boyfriend my senior year of high school. I had one of those "across a crowded room" kind of moments my sophomore year when I saw his freshman class picture in our yearbook, and fell half in love. I met him later that year, which sealed the deal, and languished in wretched love for two years until our senior year. We went out (ish--I wasn't supposed to date or have friends, but my mom wasn't there so what I did before six was my own business, and I worked Sundays at a fast food place, so Sunday afternoons we could usually steal a little time) all that spring, and a few weeks after we graduated, he was killed. I have not really ever been the same, which is going to be true anyway once you reach a sufficient distance from 17, but I was not very well for a few years.
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