It was the eleventh hour on the eleventh day of the eleventh month that the Great War officially ended. There are only a handful of those veterans left. Let's make sure, for all of the ones who sludged through muddy trenches, climbed onto bloody beaches, marched into steamy jungles, and struggled in sandy deserts, and also for ourselves, that we recall what today was originally all about.
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Everyone needs a place to put the crazy in their life. For us, this is that place.
"I love my sisters; they're great. That doesn't mean a single one of us should be allowed out in society. Quite the contrary."
-Margaret
"When I was a kid, one of the rides at KiddieLand busted out my front tooth so I had to get a fake one. It's not as cool as, say, having an eye patch, but you take what you can get, I guess. Anyway, they shut that place down."
-Martha
"About us? What's to know about us? I had a diary with a kitten on the cover in fourth grade. Does that help?"
-Catherine
"I love my sisters; they're great. That doesn't mean a single one of us should be allowed out in society. Quite the contrary."
-Margaret
"When I was a kid, one of the rides at KiddieLand busted out my front tooth so I had to get a fake one. It's not as cool as, say, having an eye patch, but you take what you can get, I guess. Anyway, they shut that place down."
-Martha
"About us? What's to know about us? I had a diary with a kitten on the cover in fourth grade. Does that help?"
-Catherine
"Actually, I pretend not to be related to them."
-Victoria
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- Margaret is plotting a new course.
- Martha is a "liar, liar, pants on fire." Of course, if my pants are really on fire, I don't think I should be overly troubled about being a liar.
- Catherine is not washing her hair.
- Victoria is smiling.
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2 comments:
I heard several people in my classes yesterday actually ask what the date was and I glared at them across the room as the teacher nonchalantly answered them.
...People shouldn't be allowed to be that ignorant.
Oooohhh. I think I may have beaten them all with sticks. Or my bare hands, because that level of ignorance is despicable. Good grief.
M2
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