There was once, a long long time ago, when I really didn't want the holidays to end. It was the best holiday I ever had. I dreaded the idea of going to school the next day, and the thought of the next long holiday seemed (at that point in time) like forever-more. So, the night before the first day of school, I hid under my blanket, thought of all the good times, and cried.
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