While I was home, my mom showed me a note that she had found in a stack of old papers that my grandfather had written when he was a boy. In the stack was an awesome hooky note that he had written himself and signed with his mother's name in attempts to get out of going to school.
Brilliant. That kind of trickery runs in my blood, folks (though I am usually a little more on top of the "ch" instead of "k" spelling errors).
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