Recently, I concluded that whoever decided to invite parents to Homecocming Weekend probably also concocted the ancient Chinese water torture.
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She smiled, somewhat reassured, "Well, I guess a concert is nice. Who's performing?"
At the name Sha Na Na, her face lit up with recognitionn. "Oh, aren't they the ones who sang that song I like so well, Indian Lake?"
"No, Ma, that was the Cowsills."
"Oh well, I was close," she confirmed.
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