I wanted to take a Typography class at MassArt. Really wanted. Like, barely got any sleep the night before, woke up at 6AM, briefly breakfasted on apples and almond butter, and hied my ass hence to MassArt wanted. But I didn't get in. I walked home through the Back Bay Fens I found the rose garden open. Someone was in the hut in the back, someone
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