Let me explain something. The present, for the past two years, has been beautiful. Before that, all I had was the past...the memories of nothing at all. At the beginning of the summer, I had the future as well. For a time. If the present leaves me I don't know what I'll do. If I lose the beauty I have known so fleetingly I will likely overreact and do something extremely stupid.
Probably I overreact now, but I am not happy. Tomorrow had better not fail me.
Why don't you understand?
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Mr Gallucci: "Grade Eight...Grade Eight was a Mickey Mouse class."
Me & Kelsey & likely the rest of the class, internally and simultaneously: "What am I DOING here?"
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