Donovan walks past Mother's computer for the umpteenth time. The hour hand laid motionless at 7.

Something felt empty on this lazy morning.

Don was supposed to...
...No, we graduated already, haven't we?

But...

Don turned on the laptop.

Double U, Double U, Double U, dot, beh-loo-ge-ar, dot, see, oh, em.

Wow, how long have I done that...

...Click.

...Click.

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We've finally graduated. Our four years in Anderson, completed.

The O's in less than three weeks.

The summing of our long education by far.

These three weeks will be our final revision for it, and we're now enjoying a break from school.

And this is your third day into the holiday, is it not?...
...Yes.

So many events to blog about, so many eventful. Alas, I cannot.

Mother will need this for work now.





Sigh.





I miss Anderson.