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My son’s grandmother keeps telling him that his high school years are “the best years” of his life. I don’t think she realizes what an utterly depressing thought that is. Loading... 20141126 at 22:30 Reply
My son’s grandmother keeps telling him that his high school years are “the best years” of his life. I don’t think she realizes what an utterly depressing thought that is.
So true.
Yes it does