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I drove to work this morning past the place where there was a dead opossum by the side of the road for a week when I was in fifth grade, and I had to be careful to avoid stepping on it while getting out (as a safety patrol) to let the kid whose bus stop it was cross the street. This happens every time I want to get on the beltway going north.

It is *so* time for me to leave NoVa. And I've got two more years here on the current plan...