When I was in high school, I wanted to go to NYU. I wanted an apartment like the one in Big. I never wanted to get married. I wanted a Great Dane for a companion (until I learned their average life span was five years.)
I could not afford the $75 application fee to NYU. I was working at a nursing home, stealing left over buns in my apron. (I had food at home - I just like bread.) I wanted to be an actress who ate bread.
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