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Everything was hazy. “Matthew,” called a muffled voice, “time to wake up.” My surroundings, although fuzzy, would come into slow, painstaking focus as the voice gently called to me. “Matthew, how do you feel?” I was cold, despite the thick blanket draped over my listless body. I was sitting in
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Over the weekend, I attended a birthday party for Arro, my friend Reece’s oldest son. Although the celebration had a Harry Potter theme and every child was given a magic wand and glasses, the most popular party favor by far proved to be the paper horns given to everyone.
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The timing of the move stunk — we moved at the beginning of the summer, and my new school would not start up for several more months. I was 15 years old, a half-year away from getting a driver’s license, living out in the middle of nowhere, far away from