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Twenty-five
The boat takes us places,
Places we can never swim to.The boat of life takes us on its ride
The ride we might never want to take.****
A couple of months ago, Maria would have thought her life now would be as a fresher in college, somewhere far away from her mother. She would make just one friend and gut every boy that tried to see under her pants—figuratively. She would be in class, while the lecturer hits on her and she would tell her mother all about it, but now her mother was no more.
Maria had dreamt a couple of years from now she would put on that awful gown and hilarious hat on her head, may be called on to address the people of Fenwick college. A year or two later, she would be sitting in her office somewhere uptown, wearing a
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