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yellow leaves. “Boston is layered. Like people kept building over memories instead of replacing them.”
I looked at her.
“What?”
She tucked her hands into the pockets of her oversized black coat. “Architecture joke.”
“That was not a joke. That was a thesis statement.”
She grinned. “Good. I need one.”
We toured three schools in four days. She asked questions continue reading …
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