The End

That gasping sound is me coming up for air.

When I left you, I was but a learner. Now I am the master.

A master.

“A master of what?” you say.

“A master of the dark arts,” say I.

“The dark arts of what?”

“Um–okay…” I stammer. I haven’t thought this one through. “Just regular arts. A master of arts.”

Best part about completing a grad program? Getting to go home afterwards and watch TV in your underpants. Now you get to live with that image. Enjoy your evening.

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One Response to The End

  1. Bunny says:

    Again… Sherlock quote, except this time he deliberately forgets his pants. Congratulations!

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