I thought about the math exams
I’d missed, the classrooms I couldn’t find.
Then there were the times I woke up in a library, with only a few days
left to write some year-end term paper I hadn’t even started. I never knew how these crises turned out,
because suddenly I would be here, on my way to the
restaurant to visit Henrietta. She never
asked where I’d been. She was my friend.
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