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Jennifer Justice
Chicago, Illinois USA
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Advice to Jennifer Justice at age 20:
1. Talk to Jof/Joph, whatever his name was. You two should hang out. He might have been a great friend or more. Vonetta agreed. She even chatted you up in animation class- or so it would seem now, recalling her words. He's the boyish grad student from Ireland (or maybe it was Scotland?). He has blonde hair and he's missing a hand (the right one?) He would make drawings by attaching a pen to his stump. I guess that means he was ambidextrous?
2. I know that you only run into him when you are in a bad mood, it's pouring down rain and your shoes are soaked and make a squish squish squish sound every time you take a step. And you've begun to question the stylishness of those turquoise corduroy pants that now seem a little too short for you (they don't make it past your ankles). It seems like people are only interested in talking to you when you're having a bad day- it's just a phase.
3. None of that will matter to you years from now. Just suck it up and keep the conversation going! You think you have no skill for flirty chatter, but you'll surprise yourself later in life, a surprise that will be serialized in your memory under "sweetly absurd encounters." In five years no one will believe you when you admit that you're shy.
4. Also, don't let that dentist work on your teeth. He's incompetent! Look a little further. Start flossing now.
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