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Laura Hatt
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Laura Hatt

Laura Hatt
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Thanks, Sorry, I Have To Go

It is 2 a.m. in Cannes and I am alone on a dark boardwalk. Well—not alone.

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Endpaper: Back Home in Manchuria

“Dongbei people are cu,” I’ve heard—“thick,” unrefined. I liked to fancy we were a little Visigothic, or akin to the Wildlings in “Game of Thrones.”

Dongbei
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Dongbei

Andrew W. Badinelli
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Andrew W. Badinelli

Andrew W. Badinelli
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Endpaper: I've Told You Now

My bedroom doubles as a shrine to Sam Smith. Guests enter, see the Sam Smith records hanging on the right-hand wall, and think, “Okay, cool.” Then they turn, see a massive framed poster of Sam Smith on the left-hand wall over my bed, and think, “This dude’s got issues.”

Cordelia F. Mendez
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Cordelia F. Mendez

Cordelia F. Mendez is a History concentrator in Cabot House, as well as a former Sports Chair and a former FM Chair.

Cordelia F. Mendez
College

Endpaper: My Fairytale Ending

At some point, perhaps halfway through college, I realized I didn’t need to fall head over heels in love because I already was in love.

Unspeakably Aged
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Unspeakably Aged

Olivia Munk
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Olivia Munk

Olivia Munk
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Consider the Punster

As I’m no Shakespeare, my puns are rarely granted more than a groan, sigh, head smack, or a less-than-occasional “get out.” For as long as I can remember, my relentless punning has been a running joke among my friends.

Unspeakably Aged
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Unspeakably Aged

Unspeakably Aged
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Unspeakably Aged

I have tried to discern why we felt and feel so old: why HAA membership smacks of the AARP; why my friends talk of penultimate experiences as if commencement will bring coffins, not diplomas; why I perceive habits and flippant acts ossifying into destiny.

Blue
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Endpaper: The Boy at the Door

If my mom was known for anything, it was for her love of telling stories.

john-finnegan
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john-finnegan