I'm pissed at myself too. After two drafts I still can't get this fucking paper to work. I just want to open a bakery in New York, be successful like that, and make little visits to various places around the world. I no longer want to change the world dammit. I just want to be happy and pay the bills. And screw literary analysis.
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