Fire drill today (well, false alarm, but anyway). First instinct was "Grab something!" What do I grab?
I don't take my money.
I don't take my ID.
I take... The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath.
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WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY HEAD?!? I ran into Pirani afterwards on the staircase.
Me: (shakes poetry book accusingly) YOU!!!
Him: (looks frightened and
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