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How many times, oh Lord, will I be called upon to repost this piece of writing? Once was too much. Now, the world is engulfed in the kind of horrific chaos no novelist could ever hope to duplicate. Not again. … Continue reading
How many times, oh Lord, will I be called upon to repost this piece of writing? Once was too much. Now, the world is engulfed in the kind of horrific chaos no novelist could ever hope to duplicate. Not again. … Continue reading
Mamacita says: I used to cook and make butter with my students. I am reminded of those days whenever I run into former students from that class. A while back, I ran into one of those former middle school student … Continue reading