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Author: zesameri

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             we all stayed in Aunt Sonia's New England vacation home. I never met Aunt Sonia. Aunt
             Wendy and Joel were old wave artists and makers in the Boston contemporary scene. One
             of their high class connections was Aunt Sonia. Sonia had two pieces of real estate in
-            Rockport, one of Massachusetts' coastal towns - the kind of place where you only packed
+            Rockport, one of Massachusetts' coastal towns, the kind of place where you only packed
             your beige Talbots slacks. You own a poodle mix. You live for the Volvo wagon suburban
-            aesthetic. Anyways, Sonia's first place was a historic witch hiding house - you know
+            aesthetic. Anyways, Sonia's first place was a historic witch hiding house, you know
             Arthur Miller Crucible shit. Six year old me was not about this joint. Gave me
             <em>the creeps.</em> The second place was this spot on the rocks. It was a guilty
             yuppies' avant-gardener architectural hide away. Aunt Sonia would let the Hoo family
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             day world. I have campus memorized, but Lehigh isn't a place I'm in. A lecture room is
             more of a tool than a place for me, where I get the job done of being a student. There
             are few memories of moments. Now I'm from my freshman hall. I'm the doodles in my notes,
-            the Laury Street anarchist cooperative house, Sokols - the members only-smoke
-            friendly-bowling alley on Hillside. These are the places I am. Hey there reader, place
+            the Laury Street anarchist cooperative house, Sokols, the members only, smoker
+            friendly bowling alley on Hillside. These are the places I am. Hey there reader, place
             I am of now are these words where I am ever living and dying. All of these places are
             dead and alive. If you're almost done reading this, remember to look up for a minute.
             You're a big sack of meat and memories, dying and living too. The only thing you really