There were most definitely parts of my high school years that sucked donkey sack, but I think some of the best times were spent with my friend Carrie at a little coffeehouse (back when such things were unusual in small midwestern towns), talking about our futures. They made this thick dark coffee with whipped cream on top, and the place was full of proto-hipsters playing chess and reading books.
What’s your happiest adolescent memory?
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