1) The other weekend after a Saturday Latin lesson, I get home to unpack my bag, and realize I don't have my dictionary with me.
So, Sunday I go back, and after checking all the bookshelves - the workers said it might have gotten put up there with their collection of used books - I look, and it's just sitting on the long table by where I had been the previous day.
2) For some reason, I was talking the other day with the (British) worker at that same coffee shop about how he worked in special ed before getting married and moving here last year, and he told me about one time he was working with a special-needs kid and was leaning in to help him, and the kid just looks up and coughs directly in this mouth.
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