and other magical, mystical symbols of a childhood well imagined.
And my nails.
I have a field trip tomorrow with my chorus class, to tour elementary schools and for the fifth graders to Look At How Great Our Middle School Is!
Sigh.
Lots of stomping and clapping.
This kid Nadav in Willy Wonka has committed himself to scaring me. Apparently, everyone knows (except me) that I'm an emotionless wonder and do not laugh, get scared, or any such human thing.
Whoa, what?
... I am hard to scare though.
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Shrouded in black, the mysterious bird creeps to the edge of the sky. It peeps down at the world beneath its feet, shivering a little. A flutter of wings reveals a glowing orange light as it plummets to the ground below, announcing the arrival of dawn. I sit by and drink a cup of black coffee.
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