I have absolutely no remaning motivation. None at all.
It is nealry five pm on a warm Sunday afternoon in Pannikin Del Mar, and the high school students, the future leaders of Gringolandia, sit studying, resplendant with designer jeans, evian water and iPods. I can't write this paper. I have only fifteen pages to write. After last week's
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