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Red Moon

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Remembering an old friend.By Sagar CastlemanIllustration by Phoebe WagonerThe summer after my senior year of high school, a group of friends and I went to the beach for a few days. One evening, I joined Jonathan Nalikka, SEAS ’26, on the deck, where he heated up the grill and started flipping burgers. I don’t remember what we talked about, and I barely remember the scene—I think the sun was setting, but maybe it was cloudy. We probably heard the ocean. There was a vague excitement in the air for

Remembering an old friend. By Sagar Castleman Illustration by Phoebe Wagoner The summer after my senior year of high school, a group of friends and I went to the beach for a few days. One evening, I joined Jonathan Nalikka, SEAS ’26, on the deck, where he heated up the grill and started flipping burgers. I don’t remember what we talked about, and I barely remember the scene—I think the sun was setting, but maybe it was cloudy. We probably heard the ocean. There was a vague excitement in the air for what the night might bring; later we would probably take shots that tasted like hand sanitizer a

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