recurring Last night, or I guess closer to this morning, I was in the ocean with my family. and dad was talking about how climate change isn’t real or something. Actually, I don’t think he said anything at all, come to think of it, but it was clear from his expressions or something… or something… that he didn’t believe anything I was saying.
In the end, I said “mark my words,” my pointer finger trembling in front of his face, and then something libby like “we will live to see the devastating effects of climate change.”