Just got ghosted on Hinge: It doesn’t matter, the life is ruined already.
Overheard through Telegram
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A Community Like My Own
“But I can say this: as I stood on stage on that final sold-out Saturday and belted out the final lyrics to the finale, “We’re home!” for the first time since arriving on Princeton’s campus I felt like I had a place on this campus. I felt at home.”
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I Still Feel Like I Am Dead
“I wonder if he dreams at all, at this point. I hope his dreams are nice.”
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Soracte Ode
“And do not spurn sweet love, my boy, or the dancefloor while senior woes don’t cloud your sunny day.”
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Poland Rising
“Why does it happen that our time in Warsaw culminates in this very room, face to face with a novel that seems, much like the Palace of Culture and like the current incarnation of the city of Warsaw, to plant itself resolutely on top of a history that has no monuments, no voice to speak…
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Off to the Races
“I had no time to consider their relative merits because, at that moment, Mr. Discipline barked “Begin!” and we were off to the races.”
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