Listen, some Fridays it rains. Floods, actually.

And teachers cancel some classes and you skip the others.

And you hang out with incredible people instead. 

And pancakes are attempted. And homemade tortellini is made. 

And you’re reminded minute after minute how hilarious and wonderful and unique your friends are.

And eventually you go home and change into pajamas and read a book of profound quotes that moves you so deeply that you have no words.

And these Fridays are the best Fridays.

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