While my littles explain the concept of one of the most common holidays in this entire country to Andromeda, I try not to picture myself wringing Pollux’s neck. Again. To be fair, I get the image stuck in my skull at least once a day lately. Usually about the time Andromeda comes to school. In the same outfit as always. Without a lunch. Unattended.

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