So here I sit. In the student center. I can feel my skin wasting away from my poor, frail little bones as I wait not quite so patiently for Emily to finish her work so we can go eat. If you're reading this, Emily, know now that I am holding a grudge because of this.
If you are not Emily and still reading, make note: my patience is practically non
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