And now, the Great Apology
I found out, yes, Amanda, that I missed Graduation.
I'm sorry, seniors.
I love you guys.
Not much else to say.
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"And I am a writer, writer of fictions / I am the heart that you call home / And I've written pages upon pages / trying to rid you from my bones..." -- "The Engine Driver" by The Decemberists
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