(A short story, written for YDN Weekend. Will only make sense to people who were at Yale in 2013, I’m afraid.)
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I woke up and began to panic. It wasn’t far from New Haven to Boston, and I’d fallen asleep after a long night spent polishing my piece for the Harvard-Yale issue of WEEKEND. The train was empty, and I knew I’d missed my stop.
If only life had been that simple.