Oh. Right. Graduation. That thing you do when you reach your final year. Sup.
Didn't expect that to start sprinting around the corner as fast as it did, okay, it hasn't happened quite yet but as soon as it does it's more than likely to hit me in the face like a sack of potatoes. I'll be ready.
I don't want to go but I don't want to stay. What the
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