
The New Yorker @NewYorker
“It sounded like what it had become: 40 kids from three different high schools, crammed into my basement, by the light of some tinted party bulbs, screaming at the top of their lungs, maybe in an attempt to communicate.” A short story by @MatthewKlam. https://t.co/YT22fy412W — PolitiTweet.org