I just went to pick up my youngest sister's school books from the middle school she attends as, now, a 7th grader.
Once upon a time, about seven years ago, I went there also.
I go turn in the proof of residency (my father had come along with) and the lady at the table tells me "Make sure you pick up your student i.d. and planner!"
Dad chuckled but I
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