What Henry Knew
I knew Michael Delaney in college. Not well — not the kind of well where you know someone's mother's name and what they had for breakfast on a random Tuesday in November. I knew him the way you know someone in college: you share a class, you share a table at dinner, you share the particular unhappiness of being young and intelligent and not sure what to do with either of those things. We were...
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