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My daughter from college made a quick trip home to celebrate Easter. Those of traditional college age are such a bundle of contradictions. The college won't tell you their marks and doctors won't tell you anything other than name and birth date. (Clue to you, doc. I'm was responsible for both of those.) They call when the world deals them some unfairness but remain coy on more momentous developments. They come home to look for their Easter baskets and then drive off to the rest of their busy and increasingly adult lives.
Who's New At The Zoo?
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