I loved back-to-school season as a kid. The promise a simple black-and-white marble composition notebook held as its taped spine crackled for the first time felt boundless. I went to a Catholic school, so this lasted until Sister Mary reminded me there were definitely limits in life and they started with my skirt and its hemline, which needed to cover m…
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