huh.
UNTIL THEN, LALALALALA
in other news, someone should rename grad school "That Place Where You Learn To Babysit Socially Inept Indians and Talk to Foreigners"
that is all.
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I know your teeth are shut and proud
But there are rhythms in the city
That make your head feel loud
Uh-huh so get it out, get it out
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