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don't call it monday night


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the city is sleeping, though i'm not sure if it was ever awake. i was looking out of the building on the other side of the sunset, reading about feudalism. claire came by and we started talking, sort of a continuation of that conversation we had about elementary school and those dreams i used to have about an extra floor on top of greenmont. those early grades are so cruel, grading random art projects and segregation based on reading ability.
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what do you want to do when you grow up?

have you ever seen that movie scarface? ok, leave out the last half hour or so, and it'd be just like that.

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greg cooked for the first time in a while and for the first time ever all the guys who are supposed to live here sat down to dinner together. i went back to my room right after and caught the scent of what it was like on the first day back in september once again, and for a moment i was enthusiastically taking pictures and listening to the sensual world and thinking of the best friends ever and not expecting october at all all over again. then lizzie came and we talked about religion and politics and religion again, and eventually just music before it was time to part and be students again. a short week ahead but a lot to think about.


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