My parents sent me to a Catholic school on the tony north shore of Long Island, 45 minutes away from the south shore town where I grew up. They expected that there I’d receive a better education, not fall in with the wrong crowd, and certainly not end up meeting my first serious boyfriend one summer in driver’s ed at the local public school. I did get a…
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