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“Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.”
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Next three months:
- Friend: at school today -
- Me: MCKINLEY WAS A SCHOOL
- Mom: I like this song
- Me: NEW DIRECTIONS SANG SONGS
- Brother: ew, that's gross
- Me: FINCHEL WAS GROSS
- Weather Man: it will be cold, so wear some layers
- Me: BECAUSE OF THE LAYERS
- Random person: you're kind of creepy
- Me: MR. SCHUE WAS CREEPY
- Olympics this summer: and the champion is -
- Me: WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS
- Anyone: *breathes*
- Me: NEW DIRECTIONS BREATHED
