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There’s chaos in suburbia when the school bus runs only even five minutes early on the second day of school and parents and children alike wear mild panic in bright colors like first-day clothes with hidden tag-ends still scratching the neck. By year’s end a missed bus will be commonplace, wash- faded and comfortable, and resignation over just one more missed opportunity becomes sweatpants and house-slippers dragging back in to locate keys and on good days a quick swipe of a comb before buckling the future into a booster seat and driving across town to wait impatiently in the long line of idling cars.
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Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 2:59 PM UTC
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There’s chaos in suburbia when the school bus runs only even five minutes early on the second day of school and parents and children alike wear mild panic in bright colors like first-day clothes with hidden tag-ends still scratching the neck. By year’s end a missed bus will be commonplace, wash- faded and comfortable, and resignation over just one more missed opportunity becomes sweatpants and house-slippers dragging back in to locate keys and on good days a quick swipe of a comb before buckling the future into a booster seat and driving across town to wait impatiently in the long line of idling cars.
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Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 2:59 PM UTC
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