On the bus back to my dorm last night, I started thinking of all my grade school friends.
I was curious about how they were all doing today,
and whether the boy from third grade still believed in those silly conspiracy theories we formulated about the turtle rock at Recess,
and where that computer whiz boy had gotten himself with his impressive programming skills,
and I really wondered if we could still all get along today, seven or eight years after.
I:
- kill! fight! death!
- (enfp, future peripatetic and/or cat owner)
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