The infection cleared up. I went to drama. After class, and about two hours of sabich and "omg-which-movie" deliberation, a core group of hardcore thespians headed over to Nomi's, having a scholarly Renee Zellweger vs. Julene Renee debate, carefully avoiding Chief, the killer-dog. He's a freaky, little thing, I tell you.
We settled down to watch the
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