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This is what I call life

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Once upon a time there were two girls. They were sisters, but they were also best friends...

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This is what I call life This is what I call life Once upon a time there were two girls. They were sisters, but they were also best friends... Monday, September 23, 2013 First grade blues I don't get many calls when I'm at work (or really, ever). When I see the caller ID of the school on my phone, I can only imagine that it's bad news. Well, today I got a call from Morningside and Ms. Lisa, the secretary, put Kennedy on the phone. She was sobbing because she didn't have her lunch bag with her. It wasn't in her backpack. I could barely talk to her, she was so upset. Apparently, someone helped her get hot lunch so that she wouldn't starve, but she was still crying as we said goodbye. Oh, she is a sensitive soul. After we hung up, I went out to look in my car. Nope, not there. I guess she must have left it at home. Now, is it my responsibility or theirs to grab the things they need for the day? I made the lunch (BBQ chicken, sweet potato, green beans, applesauce, juice box, an...

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