Dix Hills is stupidly lovable. You just have to learn how to forgive it.
We knew each night, at 2 AM, a huge snake with a large diamond around its neck—that served as lantern—would come to wash in the river, that it would place the diamond on the bank when it did, and that this was the best time to grab it and run.
E então segue toda vida reto.
My Hometown – West Chester, PA
The second I left, being from Minnesota became one of the most salient facts about me.
I blended in, until I shaved my hair and dyed it pink.
But do I share in the idea of a one true “home”?
My Hometown—New Bedford, Massachusetts
If it’s bad here, what must it be like out there?