those juicy conversation clips overheard while supposedly working, and needing to work, on a final paper...
that boy-the stupid one who first entered the library during the second week of finals on what i will assume is his second or third year- that boy who was so confused about the printers and felt the need to talk loudly on his damned cell phone- that boy just began to sell an ounce on said phone while traipsing through the library lobby on his way out
The life and travels of Laura May PJ.
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