Growing up, I was always searching for someplace to hide. Which is not to say that I had anything particularly terrible to hide from. If anything, it was the opposite. I was aware from an early age that I had a very nice home, evident in the cozy library with beautiful, old-fashioned wooden paneling and the second living room that nobody actually lived in except me, my piano, and the occasional dog. I spent much of my time between those...

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A freshman focus program on the literary culture...

I work on the literary magazine at my school because that's...