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I was sat in the maximum security silent section of camp horiffic boredom death known by others as the top floor of the university library, where the forced emptiness allowed a spotty girl with bunches and pink sweatbands to hold a tyrannous throne of noisy rebellion by blowing bubbles so big they would splatter all over her face. The wealth of ( Read more... )

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There was something in the air yesterday that welcomed mischief, I swear. Through someone's (who I barely know) first floor window, I managed to climb out onto the roof of a campus restaurant. The heat up there would make anyone crazy, for sure. I stepped over the cigarette ends and tin cans, peered around the corner of a stone chimney stack and ( Read more... )