Last week, I attended J1's writer's workshop. Each 5th grader sat at his desk, displaying a short autobiographical story for sharing. Forty-five minutes late, I briskly sat down on the other side of J1's desk, who immediately sprouted up eager to get me a cup of coffee. I don't generally drink coffee and was more than happy with the sugary
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Nice to see you posting on here. I recently turned to my lj in the "depths of my despair" (uplifting, I know), but it's comforting to see friends posting on here.
Cheers!
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