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The rush that's called Graduation

I sometimes wish it were me. But I’d rather have my daughter bask in her moment. It’s just that I clearly remember the feeling. You’re all bubbly and excited, and you can’t stop talking about it. My daughter’s graduating from preschool tomorrow, and my wife and I are as much into the rush as she is.


1st grade, here we come. *groan*

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