Okay, finals are no fun. Hopefully I won't have to turn this site into A Week is Worth 100 Words. More to come.
I woke up today not quite feeling like myself. It should have come as no surprise, then, that my appearance was that of an elderly gentlemen. Not so. It was surprising, so I let out a scream. Fortunately, my scream was old and gentlemanly. Nothing more than a gruff moan escaped. At this point, I convinced myself I was dreaming, and that the pain in my heart was an illusion. I walked out of the room, to the unfortunate sight of an aged woman. “Hank! There you are! It’s as if you’re avoiding me!” she shrieked. I couldn’t blame him.
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