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An insult doesn’t have the intended impact when spelled incorrectly.
She shrugs once, a shrug that would make Arya Stark proud.
Four ladies stand on the front porch, each armed with a bottle of wine. Two white, two red. I try very hard not to imagine murdering them by grabbing a bottle and smashing it across their skulls, but it’s difficult when they bring their own murder weapon.
I’m supposed to take out tens of thousands of dollars in student loans just so I can sit in a lecture hall while a bored professor recites everything I just read in the wildly overpriced textbook? No thanks.�
