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There is this boy who I called The Last Boyfriend.
He helped me discontinue my awkward streak of exclusively kissing philosophy majors. The Last Boyfriend studied Theater, rocked a beanie, and looked happiest when eating omelets. His facial hair grew quickly and I never knew his friends. He introduced me to acting while I worked a job that required no speaking at all, art modeling for drawing classes.
The Last Boyfriend and I were in the same Theater-English cross-over course at Oberlin College. The professor assigned each of us a scene to memorize from a stack of pale blue and yellow paperbacks with the announcement, “And we will all give ...
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