It was four long years ago. I was such a different person. I was more outgoing. But I was so scrubby. Yes, I was clean, but I felt the need to sport my brother's hand-me-downs (heinously tomboyish was I) and big shirts. I was seated at my own little table with a few of my closer friends at lunch. "Who is that I wonder?" I thought to myself. I still
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