I found out nary a few days ago that Robison is leaving my life. Forever.
Why? He got a new job. An hour and a half away. Not here. At all.
Come on, man. You started teaching here the exact same year I became a student. Doesn't that mean ANYTHING to you? We could've done the 4-year thing. Seeing an entire class through. But nooooo... now you're running off to become a librarian.
No. No more fun comments. No. You aren't even doing a 2nd semester. You can't even finish out the year, how's that? -grumble- Satan will hear about this... how am I suppose to get through this without your zombie comments or stories of occasional neglect, causing your children several injuries?
Words cannot express my sorrows. And there are not enough numbers to express how many demons I will ask Cthulhu to send after you.
Regards,
Satan's Daughter
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