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The past month or so of checking the mail has been a slow stabbing with a knife kind of torture- every day, I run out to the mailbox and anxiously flip through the envelopes to see whether or not I had one of the coveted big envelopes (acceptance) or the dreaded small envelopes (rejection) with my name on it. After getting a small envelope back
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