A little more than twelve hours ago, I was sitting in a cheap plastic chair, which was silently yet willfully determined to never yield to my personal comfort, amongst many of my sweaty peers. The lighting in the auditorium revealed any physical flaw while administering an aura of discomfort; this discomfort may easily have also been attributed to
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i love your pretentious way of writing. don't take that the wrong way, though. i mean it.
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