MD's Blog

I got a call from a friend of mine from high school whom I've kept in touch with. Bear in mind that high school was not so much something I graduate from as something I escaped. Surmounted. I made jokes about it being like Auschwitz on regular intervals, which is a lot darker once you've seen the actual Auschwitz. The fact that they erected black wrought-iron gates around the whole thing really didn't help dispel the comparison. Shortly after this call I had a wedding invitation in my mailbox.

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