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It's that time of the semester when Lily feels like SHOOTING HERSELF IN THE HEAD.
SECOND BEST GRADE IN THE WHOLE COURSE MY ASS. THE TEACHERS ARE TRYING TO MURDER OUR BRAINS.
And just to my utter joy, I'll have to extract my wisdom tooth and it's going to hurt like a bitch, isn't it.
It doesn't feel like my birthday's coming, more like dread's coming.