![]() ![]() It’s not Colton, and it’s definitely not my vagina. Stupid Sense always barging in and ruining a good time. Yes, but you could have lost a lot more if you stayed with him. I didn’t put up a fight, after everything he taught me. It’s painful to sit here and have every word remind me of what I’ve lost, what I chose to lose, because I sure as heck didn’t try to piece it back together. I consider passing him without giving it a thorough reading. It flows, reads well… a marked improvement from earlier efforts. It’s far from an A plus, but it’s not exactly drivel either. I place it down on the desk, glancing over the intro. Then I’d know I’m really losing it cooped up here in this coffin. “Sorry, friend, that ship, beautiful as it was, has sailed.” Who do I expect to appear there? Colton? The HR woman again? My vagina, begging me to take You Know Who back? At least Big Red, my trusty marking pen, is getting a workout. Grading papers can be enjoyable if you get a paper worth reading, but those are the diamond in the rough, and by rough I mean glued-together tidbits from Google and Wikipedia that read like a monkey typed them up. ![]()
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