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Slipping into my runners, I tie them firmly but not too tight. I step out of the apartment and fumble with the keys as I lock the door. I run down the six stairs to the foyer. After yanking the door open, I step out, dancing down those five steps. I almost expected to hear a booming radio voice penetrating all the clamour around me…
Be Wary of This. I slipped my favourite t-shirt over my head. The one that said, ‘Got coffee?’ Only minutes later at school, I broke a fingernail clawing against a cement wall. A wild-eyed, dark-haired woman–dubbed the ‘Rogue Grammarian’ on TV–ran at me with a huge red pen in hand. I fainted–right after wishing I had worn the eraser-necklace they gave all students to protect…