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Life is far more engaging when lived as a teenager.
I am staring at a black girl who is staring at me: we are both about five years old, waiting for fast food with our mothers.
I don’t trust anyone who wants to recapture their childhood innocence.
Cruel children are the best candidates for adolescent cleverness.
Yet it’s not too late to rekindle that childhood fascination with bugs and beetles.