Why failure MUST be an option
[FIRST NAME GOES HERE], I knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that she liked me. It was the start of junior year. I'd stayed in town over the summer, working by night as a coffee shop janitor and by day as a shipping coordinator (aka box builder and stuffer). People had always talked about how quiet our college town was during the summer. Now I knew what they meant. All summer long, I thought about this girl. We'd become friends thanks to a yearlong study group. Believe it or not, we actually...
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