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Liz was feeding Molly fries and talking about all the adventures they were going to have together. She was one of the most confident people I have ever met, always unapologetically herself,” Elle remembers.
But it was around that time that Liz was attending an alternative school, the type, that according to one former student, had “movies” as a class, and beanbags instead of desks.
I spent most nights in my room with the phone receiver to my ear, talking to Liz, although I’d given up on trying to change her mind about me. We were on the phone when she told me that she wanted to “do it” sooner or later and she had decided she wanted it to be with me because she felt comfortable with me. I don’t know if she thought about what her matter-of-fact declaration would mean to me, but I can still remember the way I felt when she told me. I don’t remember feeling any different having “done it,” only a kind of pride that she was the one it was with. Liz was a digital ghost, and this realization led me to assume that one of two things had happened to her: she was either immensely fulfilled or terribly miserable.
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I was back in the real world trying to establish my identity in a new high school but camp was always on the periphery. I remember almost everything about the room and the bed Liz and I slept in. * * * hen I searched for her fifteen years after that weekend, I discovered that Liz had no Facebook page. Maybe she’d turned luddite or anarchist, hippie or Christian. There were no articles about her achievements or performances or arrests or DUI’s or business dealings.
A marble notebook in my bedroom had the phone numbers of all my camp friends. I remember waking up next to her the morning after, hugging her and then her groaning my name, “,”annoyed that I’d woken her up. She had no My Space account, Snapchat, Twitter, Google Plus, Pinterest… No candid party photos, no Livejournals, no senior thesis, nothing!