I noticed his diploma, which bore his full name. Suddenly, I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name had been in my high school class some 30-odd years ago. Could he be the same guy that i had a secret crush on, way back then? Upon seeing him, however,Ii quickly discarded any such thought.This balding, grey-haired man with the deeply lined face was way too old to have been my classmate.. After he examined my teeth,I asked him if he had attended Morgan Park High School. ‘Yes. Yes, I did!’ he gleamed with pride. … ‘When did you graduate?’ I asked. He answered, ‘in 1975. Why do you ask?’ ‘You were in my class!’, I exclaimed. He looked at me closely.Then, that ugly, OLD, BALD, WRINKLED, FAT ASS, GREY-HAIRED, DECREPIT, SON-OF-A-B!TCH asked me: ‘What did you teach??:)
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My Gran's wonderful furry companion Francis














