It’s funny how every year when I’m watching the Golden Globes, I turn to look to my right to say something, and there’s no one there. Then, I end up saying, “every year the same thing.” But now, now that Thursday/Friday I’ll be returning to New York, I can break the habit. That’s the unforgiving thing about going to boarding school, when you come home for the holidays, there’s no one to hang out. That, my friends, is a tragedy.
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