Thursday, May 11, 2006


Mom and Dad are going on a trip. When the suitcases come out, Arthur goes through something like the stages of grief: panic, denial, sadness, glum acceptance. My boyfriend and I will be staying with him, but he doesn't know that yet. All he knows right now is that they're leaving.

Don't worry, boy - they'll bring you back a T-shirt.

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