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Sarah Hepola: Where Are You Now?

‘Lindsay Graham, I hated you in high school.’ I yanked him over by the sleeve. ‘You were the best writer in our class, and it drove me nuts. Do you remember when you read that poem to our class?’

‘I don’t remember any of this stuff,’ he said. ‘I really don’t know how you do.’

‘Maybe I made it up,’ I said. ‘I’m good at fiction.’

‘I think it’s wonderful that you’re a writer.’

‘I’m not a writer. I’m a kind-of-writer-maybe.’

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