Last Monday didn't go like I wanted it to. You know when you play something over and over and over in your head and then you go to do it and it doesn't work like that at all? Shit. Double and triple shit.
Anyway. I went to Ms. Stanley earlier that day and said, "Oh my God, The Fountainhead was the best book I've ever read." Because um, yeah, it was
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