Well, my friend...
We had a good run...
You weren't that big, but you were mine. My chin looks empty without you there...
It isn't you, it's me. Actually, it isn't even me, really. It's the institution, man...the school institution, that is.
Who will serve as referee between my top lip and nose, now that you're not there to separate them?
Who will protect me from someone scribbling a Hitler mustache and soul-patch on pictures of me?
I'm sorry it had to come to this, but you always knew this day would come.
Maybe I'll see you next
summer...
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