I am 25 and timeless. Find myself hoping for a snow day still, after all this time. Insulated by the panting breath of the wood stove, heated to my marrow, the heat that penetrates every cell and tissue warm with familiarity and the scent of burning bark and cinders. I nest here downstairs, nap away the evening after my first day of actual school
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I'm not just saying that because I'm an English teacher.
Oh dude, I tried calling you and you were at school. I was wondering if you could ask Kelly if she'd be willing to see the copy of "The Take" that you have at the store. I'm willing to bet that it hasn't been rented since I was there and it would be perfect for the Economy class that i am teaching.
My parents are coming out this way next Sat. I could get them to buy it and bring it out to me if she is willing to sell.
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