I left the package center yesterday with a friend who would ordinarily eat me, but actually turned out to be pretty chill. Getting a package between classes seems convenient in theory, but always results in being a pain. Why? Because literally everyone else in the Diana thinks that they too can just dash down to the basement […]
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