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| yesterday's lunch |
Baccalaureate was sweaty, the chapel isn't meant for that many people, but otherwise the weird mixture reading from the Torah, Koran and Bible, along with Jazz singing, modern dance and speeches, made for it to be a lot less boring than it was traditionally. The recycled polyester robes were compensated by the fact that the majority of the people there where seniors excited to graduate.
But otherwise I am home.
Home as in went with my mom when she dropped Shimon off at wrestling, and helped my dad carry bed frames up and down the stairs from room to room. Listened to Yosef complain about how tired he is and how pointless middle school is, and spinning Shimon upside-down.

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