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Yes, Troy was good. Especially that part where the majority of the theatre was filled with people from my school and we all sang the first line of The Iliad like the nerds we are. And the part where I concealed four 16 oz cans of beer on my person. But COUSINS?! What a joke.

So, last year I took a class called combinatorics. Usually, I sat next to dunx, and boy, did we pass A LOT of notes. I'm serious. I think we conversed more through notes in that class than we did outloud outside of class. It was basically an hour long bonding session three days a week. So anyway, I'm cleaning my room because I have to be out by noon on Tuesday and I found a sheet of paper we'd passed back and forth quite a few times. It started with me writing, quite large, "I HATE EVERYTHING" and it sorta just went from there. Here are some small sections of it, with me in italic and dunx in bold. I always use pencil, he always uses a black pen.

Dude, were you in commons from noon to 1 at all today? The jr. high students?
NO! I fucking missed it because God hates me.
Say... You're not 17, are you??
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Morgan looks like she needs a hug. Or a drink.
Well, math lounge! We've plenty of hugs and drugs for all.
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What is going on?
All I know is that
1.) My mind is very much not on math
+ 2.) I have to pee. Badly. Pain. HolyShit.
You should get a giant boner.
Having to pee prevents that to an extent. Biology.
But having a boner would prevent you from peeing.
This is true. Usually not pleasant though.
Maybe you just need a blowjob
EVERYONE ALWAYS needs a blowjob.
Ah, well, there ya go! So how about that math lounge?
Haha, word. Again, what's happening here? What class is this?
We're in class?