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[candykiller.livejournal.com]

yesterday was the graduation of the last person i know from my old high school. he has a good sense of humor, and when i suggested bringing an air horn (strictly against their "no clapping until the last graduate has received their diploma," which never succeeds) he was all for it. a half hour before we were supposed to leave, i realized that they might try to stop me if i carried it in; so i whipped up a little bag. i don't usually like bags and this has a lot of rough edges; but i think i'll end up using it.









ps, please ignore the brown spot on my floor, we've been aruging with the landlord about it for months.