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Concept paper, concept paper
Oh, god, how do I cite this?
And how the hell do I write
this background in a way that's
less vague
when it's as straight to the point
as the needle I want to drive in her skull?
Chocolate cake, chocolate cake
Holy shit, where'd all the caramel go?
The chocolate "icing" isn't even buttery enough
to really be called icing, and
it's trying to pass off as dark chocolate
when I know for a fact [and from ResHW]
that it tastes like crap.
He better print my paper--
GOD, why is nobody ALIVE?!
I hate
hate
hate
watered-down Coke.
And why the hell is the fan turned up so high?
There's no more time;
thirteen more hurried minutes til
7 o'clock comes around again
Stupid curfew.
Fuck.
I hope I finish this. Holy crap.
AUGH.
WHAT THE HELL.
Screw it.
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