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When “Mary” eventually responded, I almost threw my computer out the window for the second time.
“I’m clearly peacocking but not one person has had the courtesy to point it out.”
“I know you could call me boring for not doing something more exciting like multivariable,” Franks said as he put scented candles around his bed, “But I really enjoy it and that’s what counts.”
Party-goers sang “Happy Birthday,” told stories about the puddle, and even ate birthday cake during the splendid celebration.
After hearing my friend Tamara mention in Econ this morning that she had plans Saturday night, I came to the natural conclusion that there has to be a party.
Schwartz promptly began asking each and every stranger, “Are you my Wildcard? Are you my Wildcard?” Still, Schwartz sustained his virginity, whilst being bereft of Wildcard.
It took the promise of an extra juice box with breakfast before he’d even poke his head out.
“This perpetual tide of progress must be tended with vigilance, humanity and insight,” she stated, “and, no matter how rare your Pepe is, we must not forsake the ideals of our visionary ancestors.”
Kreinbihl clinched the competition by pulling a 52-hour Adderall-boosted “catch-up session,” much to the dismay of her housemates.