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“One final touch, my dear boy,” his Grandma said, carefully placing an entire stick of butter on top of the dish.

The water is so chalked full of minerals that no matter how hard I try, I cannot get the soap to lather. Just like the shower at home, but shittier.

Join me on an epic day of going to all the doctors I’ve been avoiding since I was a teen and will no longer have access to!

The more advanced students write basic sentences in their workbooks: “The—dog—says—woof” and “The—villager—screams—aarrrrrgggghhh!”

Pa was hard at work at his moonshine-still turning cotton into cotton gin. Grandpa was reading the paper. The paper was also Southern.

5:00 AM: After taking a deep mindful breath, I stroll outside to my gorgeous backyard and teach my daily Pilates class to the woodland creatures.

They found their secret sauce in nature, and they always said they would have to close up shop once the cave they mined it out of dried up.

Seagulls adorn the scenic sky, but they never get so close that I worry about dodging their droppings or being harassed for a bite of my sandwich.

12:30 PM, reads the Faberge Egg clock the CFO gifted me for having such a good PSAT score.

In the beginning, my friends didn’t want to come over and play, saying that my new games were “weird” and “hard to play” and “haunting.”

Like Thanksgiving or Easter, Grublin's Day was on a different day every year, sometimes even in a different month or year.

I have come to the stark realization that I am no longer funny. I say that having once had one of the world’s great senses of humor.