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In eleventh grade, in History, I was paired with the amazing Lindsay Finler on what started off as an essay about morse code; and two weeks later at midnight, as we christened the broadcasting tower she'd built, I could see our futures swerve together as clearly as I thought I could see the two lanes of interstate lights bowing from Des Moins to Kansas City from the top of our tower on the top of a hill on the northernmost point of her father's dying farm.