...quoth the sister, in response to me cheering about never having to take an AP exam again after tomorrow. It's interesting how much finality there is in a statement like that; for a few days, these things dominate one's life--and then they're gone, not with a bang, but with a whimper. Who said that, again? Dylan Thomas? I don't rightly know.
Mother's Day is meaningless here. At the least, le corps maternel could have been gracious about all those stupid little-kid gifts through the years; now, though, it's too late.
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