Nonfiction | March 01, 2007

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All through my twenties, those playful, makeshift years when nothing seemed serious or settled, my friendship with David was the most important constant.  I was building what I thought of as my teaching career, those young days, and I moved to a new place every two or three years: I worked in a daycare center in Live Oaks, California, first, then in a school for teenaged mothers in Ogden, Utah; next I taught English as a second language at a Catholic college…

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