Two days later I'm still waiting for it to unexpectedly wear off and ambush me with pain. I know it must have worn off a long, long time ago, but I didn't feel it even though I was, y'know, wounded, which doesn't make sense. So, ambush. Any time now.
I'm also waiting for you to tell me your address so I can send your Christmas card. I never keep track of those things from one year to the next, I know too many students.
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I'm also waiting for you to tell me your address so I can send your Christmas card. I never keep track of those things from one year to the next, I know too many students.
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