it's so strange to think I will never wake up at 5:15 (or 4:23) and go to the boathouse ever again. I don't know how I feel. Kind of sad, kind of ready to be done, a lot sad I guess. I feel really undefined. What will I talk about, what will I make corny puns and jokes about, who will I hang out with and how will I relate...what is my life without
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