There is a smeared, fist-sized circle of gray ashes in the middle of my driveway by my back door, the remnants of my rejection letter from Penn
I seriously struggled to set that thing aflame, my sad attempts and shrieks as the fire suddenly spread all over the balled up paper drew the smirks of my brother and the attention of my neighbor, Jen, but
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Your friendly neighborhood HermitNSiberia
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i won't console you cause i know you'll be top of your class where ever you go and i still love you!
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