Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Mea maxima culpa
I did something once of which I'm deeply ashamed and which continues to haunt me today (okay, that part about "once" was a little joke): I wrote a paper for a man I was in love with. I saw him yesterday after many years; he's just entered my graduate program as a new doctoral student. It must have been a good paper.
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