Pass the chalk. Dr. Levine was there with a friend and fellow psychiatrist (detect a pattern?), Alexa Albert, Coco’s mother, who squinted up into the sun as her daughter effortlessly sailed skyward. Dr. Albert is an acrophobe.

Night is worn, And the morn Rises from the slumbrous mass.

I wouldn't even want to be seen dead with those nerds of the bowl-cut brigade.

Leave no drop undrunken of thy delight.