I am trying to will my infatuation away. It's just like a coat you see in the shop that is nice and trendy, but doesn't match with any of the other clothes, so you put it back and do your best to forget it. An hour or so, and I'll get over you, right? Shush, shush, coat, go hang with somebody else.
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When I was younger, I worried about all the wrong things.
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I've finally crossed the boundary. Today, I said a when-I-was-a-child sentence and spiced it up with an obsure 90s reference, which my student failed to understand.
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Yesterday, I took an online exam. It was monitored by the proctor via webcam. The lucky individual learnt that my Mom has nothing to wear, Dad can't cope with her antics, I am pretty good at opening stuck jar lids, and my cat has a fat butt, which hovers magnificently over my shoulder when he sits on top of the chair.
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I'm writing all this mostly to take my mind off the 'coat'.