Paul: You know what is terrible? Waiting at the
end of the driveway with your child in a minivan
because god
Erin: No, you know what's terrible? The fact that
I don't think my brother even knows what a bus is,
never mind seen the inside of one.
Eric: What's really terrible is wielding an
imprivized stone tool to cut your way through
seven miles of vines and canebrake thicket,
hounded by packs of wild dogs and feral children,
fighting gangrene and frostbite, to arrive at the
sheer drop from which you are to descend by
toe-holds onto the blasted rabblement below, only
to discover that your high school has been burned
down--again!--and that you forgot your number-two
pencils.
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