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[Sally appears on the screen and she’s currently in line to get a pretzel from a street vendor.]
So, apparently Manhattan schools aren’t letting Imports onto their campuses for the near future. Or at least my university isn’t anymore. Our friend, the Reverend, has gotten a group of people to rally at the school, protesting my being allowed to receive an education that I’m paying for, and the school thinks it’ll be safer for me and the rest of the population if I simply stay off campus.
[She moves up in the line, but keeps talking, and its pretty evident that she’s a little pissed.]
They haven’t told me when I’m allowed back, but we have exams in three weeks and I kinda need to get the class info and be able to take those to, you know, pass my classes, so this sucks.
[It’s Sally’s turn to order and the man at the cart shakes his head.]
I don’t do business with your kind.
Excuse me?
I don’t sell to stinking imports.
[He keeps talking and uses a bunch of expletives, but Sally is already walking away because she doesn’t want a fight, but she is so mad. The rest of the people in line either cheer the man on or turn away from the scene but say nothing. ]
I swear that if this turns out to be like my last college experience and I get kidnapped and brainwashed again, I quit life. I’m just going to sit at the park and wait for my teleporting home time to come up.
So, apparently Manhattan schools aren’t letting Imports onto their campuses for the near future. Or at least my university isn’t anymore. Our friend, the Reverend, has gotten a group of people to rally at the school, protesting my being allowed to receive an education that I’m paying for, and the school thinks it’ll be safer for me and the rest of the population if I simply stay off campus.
[She moves up in the line, but keeps talking, and its pretty evident that she’s a little pissed.]
They haven’t told me when I’m allowed back, but we have exams in three weeks and I kinda need to get the class info and be able to take those to, you know, pass my classes, so this sucks.
[It’s Sally’s turn to order and the man at the cart shakes his head.]
I don’t do business with your kind.
Excuse me?
I don’t sell to stinking imports.
[He keeps talking and uses a bunch of expletives, but Sally is already walking away because she doesn’t want a fight, but she is so mad. The rest of the people in line either cheer the man on or turn away from the scene but say nothing. ]
I swear that if this turns out to be like my last college experience and I get kidnapped and brainwashed again, I quit life. I’m just going to sit at the park and wait for my teleporting home time to come up.