Algebraic Heartbreak
Dear Algebra, Don't make us find your X.
She is never going to come back, And don't ask Y.
Dear Algebra, Don't make us find your X.
She is never going to come back, And don't ask Y.
My son asked me why I quit my new job as a professional elevator operator after only one afternoon.
I asked the shopping cart why it kept wandering off on its own in the parking lot.
When you're a kid, blowing out birthday candles is the most exciting moment of the year. You close your eyes, make a wish, and feel like magic is real. When you're in your forties, you close your eyes, take a deep breath, and...
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