Excerpt, Unfinished 1

So you’re forced to think on your feet, to categorize and summarize, to condense eighteen years of existence into thirty seconds of “so tell me about yourself”, to revise your own history. Eventually, you learn to bring forward only what you deem to be interesting, and leaving out the boring, the mundane, the quirks, the details — because no one ever sticks around to find out who you really are…

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