I’m in the library at 6:30 at night.
My supplies are running low, only one can of coke and half a packet of peanuts left.
But I did it. I wrote a whole assignment on brains.
Too much actually, I’m going to have to cull it.
How did I write too much on something I don’t understand?
I wonder what Sam is doing.
It’s really creepy in libraries at night.
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