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October 12th, a year ago
The lecture hall smelled like all kinds of flavors of candies, and overheated projector bulbs, and the sound of pens scratching against paper and keyboards clicking repeatedly faded inti the background. I sat three rows back, halfway tuned out, tracing little spirals in...
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