I happen to be one of those folks you hate. one of those chewy-dehydrated-fruit-that-is-delightful-until-it's-still-stuck-to-your-teeth-three-hours-later kids who is cheery and chipper during finals week. because this, my dears, is what finals week means to me: primarily, no class. in all essences of the word. I am free to sleep in. this
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