In 1957, I was twelve years old. I was a skinny thing in seventh grade at JHS 44 on Columbus Avenue where my primary function seemed to be doing other people’s homework. I wasn’t savvy enough to charge for this service. It was all quid pro quo. You let me hang out on the fringes of groups of girls with big hair and expertly applied mascara and I’ll see …
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