For fuck's sake, I hate the period directly after finals shit ends. You work, work, work to the bone; you're all screwed up in the head, tired, way too accustomed to having your brain employed (even though you hope and pray for it all to end); and then, THEN, that day--no, that moment comes, and it's like, aaaahhhhh, and then, oh: what the fuck do
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