I took two English elective classes during my senior year at Far Rockaway High School, in New York. In the first, a creative writing class taught by Mrs. Storch, a petite woman of particular refinement, a local, Bayswater resident and teacher of generations of precocious humanists at that school, I wrote what my first, high school love reviewed enthusia…
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