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Lame is waking up to finish the last paper you will ever have to write using concepts like "sinification of Marx-Leninism" and getting fucking rained on when you open the bedroom door.
There was an epic rainstorm pounding the windows, and apparently our roof leaks just enough that water seeped through the top of the doorway to rest on the door, falling in my face when I opened it.
It's still better than the time I woke up, put my feet on the floor, and immediately got a splinter.
There was an epic rainstorm pounding the windows, and apparently our roof leaks just enough that water seeped through the top of the doorway to rest on the door, falling in my face when I opened it.
It's still better than the time I woke up, put my feet on the floor, and immediately got a splinter.