by Haley Goetz It was bonfire night. There were about fifty to seventy high schoolers sitting around the lake’s edge, near the raging fire. The…
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by Haley Goetz Returning back to the cornfield of chainsaws brought me a certain sense of peace every October. Beginning in my pre-teen years, making…
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By Haley Goetz “This is the most stupid shit I have seen in a long time,” I found myself saying to my friend. Izy blew…
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By Haley Goetz Her apartment was instantly recognizable as being typical of a 20-something-year-old Brooklyn transplant. She resided on the second floor of a worn…