In August 2008, as a 15-year-old in Miami, Florida, a volunteer barely older than me taught me how to canvass and how to phone-bank. From then on, every weekend I'd spend hours in the sun going door to door carrying a pen and an increasingly wrinkled and sweaty stack of pages filled with names, addresses, and known affiliations. I'd knock on strangers' …
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