Control C. Control V. This is a post I could have, would have, written at this stage every semester. It's marking season. The nostrils are just about water, or just about most of the time. Then in the late afternoon, I get sick of the imploring puppy dog eyes but mostly I'm just sick of marking so off we go for a walk. Rumple is in charge and he leads. He says University of Queensland Lakes, by which I mean he charges off in that direction with a great deal of determination. We follow. Same sh*t, different semester.
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