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This afternoon I got on the bus and I thought there was a breeze blowing my hair, so as I sat down I reached up to the back of my head to smooth my hair down.

AND A FUCKING BUTTERFLY FLEW OUT. OF MY HAIR.

Butterfly wanted to ride the bus free, I guess.

I did get the best "what the hell just happened" look from the woman across the aisle when I sat down and produced a butterfly seemingly out of nowhere.

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Also, by special request of an anon, I am bid remind you all that on this date twelve years ago, one of my students presented me with the best grad school story ever.