April 2011
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Autobiography
I was born in soggy Seattle, where no one really minded the rain or getting wet. In third grade I moved to Rome, Italy. In fifth grade I went to Italian school where my teacher was a nun who also doubled as a soccer commentator. One day Daniele Lombardi was teasing me, and I had my automatic umbrella with the duck-head handle in hand so I popped it open in his face. It didn’t hit him, but...