Or, in other words, the LSAT is over.
Now, then:
The Story of the Horrible, Horrible LSAT, Written in the Third Person so that I Can Pretend It Didn't Happen to Me:
Chapter the First: Our Heroine Has a Bad Idea
Once upon a time, whilst Our Heroine was residing at Special K.'s house, Special K. decided to go to a bookstore to discuss
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I miss you, you beloved creature!
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(That is, if one interprets the reciprocal nature of pronouns correctly. I don't think I miss me too much.)
And are we being productive now that the Distracting Presence has run off?
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At least you've figured out you don't want to be a lawyer. Most people take ten years and thousands of dollars to reach that conclusion.
Also, why haven't you called or written??
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Our Heroine lifts her weary head from her goose down pillows. Oh, how tired, how exhausted, how pale and quivering she is! The fearsome LSAT has taken such a toll upon her gentle spirit! But alas, the days of wholesome rest she craves are not to be so. Parchment is procured, and a pen. In perfect copperplate, Our Heroine writes:
My dear Monsieur M.,
According to rules of procedure established in time immemorial, the gentleman calls upon the lady.
With fond regards,
your terribly abused and put-upon
E.
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