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So here's a story, and I realize I'm super late so this may be overlooked 'cause it's really nothing - but it's something that just makes me happy to think about. When I was young, about 14 or 15, and in high school I was way into the poetry and short-story writing. I never thought I was very good, but it was what I loved to do. I still love to do it. Well, I was also very disorganized. I'd leave poems and short stories everywhere, and I don't know why but I always signed them. They were horrible. Really bad. Every time a guest speaker would come in - if they were a writer - I'd beg my teachers to let me leave class to watch them and talk to them during my free period. I used to perform in poetry competitions, and sometimes I even went out and tried to write short skits for my friends. It was just 'fun' to me. Well, one day, I remember there being a big book sale at school. I picked a few things up and ran into this freshman girl who was totally wide eyed and frizzy haired. We happened to like the same book and we started talking, and when she found out my name she lost it. I still remember her getting this look, this huge wide eyed look and going, "YOU'RE Bonfiresandstars!? Oh my god - Can you sign my notebook?" She pulls out this little leather bound journal thing and holds it up to me and asks again, this time adding a 'please', so I'm like 'what the hell, I'll sign.' As I'm writing my name I ask, "So...okay, why do you want me to sign this?" And she gets a huge grin on her face and goes, "Oh I've heard all about you. You're going to be FAMOUS one day." And that's it. I never saw her again. I think her name was Rebecca, but I had trouble finding her after that. It was like she disappeared. Anyway, thinking back to the look she got on her face and how excited she was for me...Okay, I still don't think that my writing is all that great - but everytime I think about that, even if she was fucking with me, I feel so good about myself. I feel real, genuine happiness because I believe somebody liked my stuff. That's all I want in life. I want people to enjoy what I write, and I want to have fun with what I write and - Rebecca, if you're out there, you didn't just make my day - you made a memory that, when I'm really tearing myself apart for my writing and thinking I'm a total shit writer, still makes me smile and feel hopeful. Thank you. I don't think I can ever repay you enough for that. Thanks.

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