Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

it out to people who only want to use it against you.”

Marvin began reading the will.

The formal language washed over me at first—whereas and hereby and in sound mind. But then the specifics started landing, each one heavier than the last.

The house on the cliffs in Ravenport—the one where I’d lived during high school, the place that had been my first continue reading …