Lis, Vince and I went out for ice cream to celebrate.
It was delicious.

On another note.
My last final turned out to be a cinch.
No, it was my history final that turned out to be the judge.
(Yeah, I'm a little nervous about that final grade.)
The thoughts of others were light and fleeting, Of lovers' meeting or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, and mine were steady, So I was ready when trouble came.
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