I've got an hour or so before my last final, The Evita Final, the final where I'll break open the champagne and cry for Argentina if I damn well please, dirty war be damned. I'm packing up my room, dividing books and folders ans glasswares into boxes and bags because I don't have enough boxes, all headed for an as of yet unknown destination. I
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