Notes to My Beginning Writer Self: On the journey

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Dear Me Then,

Once, when you were eighteen and buzzing with hormones, you had a fight with your boyfriend Andy, who was almost a thousand miles away. After he hung up on you, you thought the only solution was to drive down and see him. It was eight P.M. If you left immediately, you could get there before he started his shift in the morning, and he’d be so thrilled to see you…