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This teenage wasteland

By Regina Belmonte | September 29, 2006 - 12:00am

I always thought that high school would be over when I left Goldilockslandia. Graduation was, for the most part, a "Ha! I made it! In your face, non-believers!" hour (or three) of triumph; a celebration...

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