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So, that’s the school

For the longest time people would ask what school our daughter attends, and I answered with a name. Typically, that led to blank stares, which stayed firmly in place even when I gave the address. Then around the time of fourth or fifth grade, I came up with the perfect answer: “C1are goes to Our Lady of the Atomic Fireballs.” Bingo. “You mean the school across from Ferrara Pan?” Exactly.