Twenty five years ago today I was sitting in Mrs. Isaacson's classroom. I hated that woman. i can't particularly tell you why now, but i remember that without a doubt she was pure evil. She made us memorize poems and stuff, like Little Orphan Annie, which I can still recite today and a copy of which hangs at my desk. And she read us this story
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They gave their life for a dream and we put the dream on hold because they did. That is the saddest part of the legacy if you ask me.
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