i love the farro salad at central market. i think it speaks volumes when a person begins to daydream about food. i didn't when i was younger. i dreamed of brighter times. ----it's a quiet week on campus with vacant faculty offices and no anxious students hugging the hallways. the perfect opportunity to explore. during my travels through the buildings, i ran into:
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| comedians in the copy room! |
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| a believer? i'm new but on board, buddy. let's friggin hope so. |
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| smouldering. |
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| uhh. a superfluous limbitation? |
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| he who defies gravity to get the job done. right. |
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| a mugged dear. |
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| a hot head. |
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| sixth base. |
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do you know why some people, many people, drive slowly? i do, now. there's something in their lives they don't want to lose or something they want to keep cherishing.
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