You are hungover. The prospect of three midterms next week roams in the back of your mind. You wander about life, contemplating cosmos (but then deciding not to because Columbia has been forcing you to do that already). It isn’t really raining, but it sprinkles to mock you. If you are feeling (you probably are) anything like […]
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