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| I grew up in a small town called Wellesley
outside Boston. I hated it; Wellesley is yuppie snobbiness gone awry at
the expense of kids looking for something to do on long summer nights.
I got two retired parents - good ol' Mom and Dad - that still live in
Wellesley and three scattered brothers, one of whom I rarely speak
about. Families are disfunctional in their unique ways, ours perhaps
more than most in our silence. |
