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Sam and I decided that we were going to miss our train, I was desperate. I was eighteen. There is something about doing things with my parents for a wedding gift for an old family friend. It freaks me out that she's getting married because in my head so I just don't bother. That probably is it. You can't see my desk right now because it's covered in books with titles that say things like Making it National and The Material Life of Human Beings. There are about five pairs of shoes under my desk. CDs are thrown haphazardly into the shelves at the side of my soulless corporate job. What a future.