Cocaine, Frogs, and Formaldehyde: I Was Framed
A high school memoir
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5 min readDec 17, 2022
In 9th grade, a biology class ended up being more than my tender heart could handle with the whole frog dissection thing.
Natalie was severely shy and quiet until she wanted something from me. She wore lots of black, had black hair, and a blank stare. We were assigned the same table on the first day of bio class.
