I Mistakenly Called the VI the “Six” All Four Years at Kenyon and I Ascribe Every Single One of My Problems to This Mishap

I never deleted your text message.

vi tonite @ 6?”

To which I replied, “haha what.”

And I never heard from you again.

Masochism? Sure, I kept your message out of masochism. A flagellating reminder that prods and pulverizes me in my waking hours. But truly, I don’t need any souvenirs to recall my egregious error.

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