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The Summer I was Eighteen and Saved

The Summer I Was Eighteen and Saved

The summer that I was eighteen, I was trying to find something bigger than myself. I was a dumb kid, but dumb in the sense that I didnโ€™t understand when I was in too deep. Ask me anything about literary devices in storytelling, and I could write you a thesis paper. I whacked at the …

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