This morning there should have been snow on the ground. Freshly fallen. And this morning more of these papers should have been graded.
Sometimes, despite everything, I laugh all the way home and this makes everything else worth it.
I was straightforward but I am not sure that it stopped all of this because the phone rang again the very next day. I said he should just enjoy what he has now.
Next time I'll remember to make it shorter and remember how much they hated me. And how much I hate myself.
Getting old makes it kind of fun to be a nerd.
He needs to stop that because it is just not healthy and she needs to stop that because I worry about her and I do not want gross people touching her and looking at her like that and he needs to stop calling me a prude.
He also needs to remember, remember no fifth in November.
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