High School weeks comes to an abrupt end.
At the end of high school I started a summer "love" with a girl heading to NYU. It was one of those, "wait you thought I was good looking all this time? I thought you were a babe the past four years!" things that only comes in the summer after high school. Rather than trying to force it with me in Buffalo and her in New York we ended it before it we ruined out friendship. We would trade e-mails back and forth and on a Tuesday morning in September she sent me an e-mail saying how great things were going and how I should come and see her. A paragraph or so later she said that she heard some loud noises and that something was going on outside. She said she would e-mail me back later. The time stamp was 9:01AM on September 11th, 2001. A few days later she got back to me. She said words can never describe what it was like so I never asked. I figured it was the kind of thing that made you grow up too fast. She transferred the next semester.
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