Last night was the grad ceremony: My cap and gown reeked of someone else's B.O. (they gave me a used one!), felt special with my golden stole (CSF lifemember), the soles of my shoes came off, loved Daniel's & Christina's speeches (senior memories of thuleen throat singing, bow and arrow metaphor), beachballs (Mr. Madden frantically trying to catch
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