I dream that I am teaching again, and having assigned the class independent work, I am spending time connecting with each student to see if they are grasping the material. It’s my favourite part of teaching, and I wake up wondering if I’ll ever have that feeling again. So rewarding. It is bittersweet, growing old. […]
Really wasn’t your faultthis fury that overcame –Words evoked onslaught,a raging river of pain. Didn’t mean to push you,miscalculated my aim,swimming in swamp watersnot a recommended game. You floundered, gurgled,cursed me by name –our love story, now viralbrought an alligator fame. (Image my own. Tale is totally fictional, I promise.)
It is indeed a crime to dump alcohol, I’ll be around in the morning to pick up. Also I gather no relationships can be dumper here either 🙂
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Lol – might have to get there quick.
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On my way, glass in hand
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Yep, commas would be good 😉
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Uh huh…
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🙂
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That’s right. Dump that alcohol in my glass first, then give me the keys to your vehicle. You don’t want to drink & drive. 🤣🤣🤣
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lol!
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Always helpful 🙂
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Lol
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