Where do broken hearts go?

I almost feel like I should turn off commenting for this post, because I'm speechless. Please feel free to break the silence yourself.

Jon Voight and Diana Ross, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G.....

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I e-mailed my final grad school packet to my mentor. The end is near.

And frankly, it's getting a little scary.