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Clarissa's Blog

An academic's opinions on feminism, politics, literature, philosophy, teaching, academia, and a lot more.

Sunday Morning

Once again, Klara somehow knew about the time change, and let us sleep in until 9 am. Then we went to a diner and tried to reward her with French toast. She was indifferent to it, though, and preferred to play with her goldfish crackers, moving them from the bowl to the plate and back. 

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