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He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought.
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

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Today is the new day. The day we both begin again.

This morning, the sun was brighter than the last. I woke to my mother who, for a change, was not physically dragging me out of bed with only her voice. She, for some reason ancient to me, was being kind as I rubbed my eyes.

Yeah, I don't know why I am writing like this on my booth. I mean, I can't even help it. I just remembered something that a lot of boothers have been saying lately, including me. "I promise to smile more".

I'm not going to promise that anymore. If I smile, then I smile. If I don't ... make me. :)

The only thing I will attempt to promise is that I will never bore you.

I love you all.

<3