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August 7, 2008:

I felt so alone there. Yet I also felt I'd found the one place where I belonged.

Part and parcel of our peculiar shared incompetence. We felt we were us against the world, so that in part we made it so.

Today I feel no kinship with that place, or the majority of those people. I was not yet the person I am today.

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