Since school's end, anything even remotely academic has suffered a slow and ignominious migration to shelves and drawers unknown. My desk's been razed to its faux wooden finish, cleared of all the debris that comprised my piddling scholastic life. Papers have been filed away (strangely with minimal turmoil and remorse) and readings happily banished.
And it makes my little, black heart sing.
Everything else is gravy, thanks.
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