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Small children, small children, Key Largo is possibly the most wonderful place ever. Have I mentioned it?
So, everyone needs to hope/pray/assert/believe that I will get into Emory. And then I will live in a cute yellow apartment with white bookshelves. I'm excited. And then I will have a huge housewarming party. It'll be the party of the summer, so if for no other reason than the promise of a kickin' party, hope/pray/assert/believe that I will gain "acceptance into the Emory community."
Yadda yadda.