May 22nd, 2020

Riding the bus down King, going to school. Fare checker comes, and the tablet is slow to show the ticket. It finally does. Get there, go into the room. Want Diane to sit next to me, sit in the back. Chat with classmates, Apple juice ball is cold. Teacher comes, it’s about last days, we’re out early, going to fake work for the rest, with cards and everything.

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