I hate it when people tell stories simply to hear themselves talk.

I was walking from d-hall to chem class in Palamountain/Bolton/Dana/Harder/THE MEGABUILDING and these two girls were chatting and sipping on their hot chocolate (CLEARLY NOT DRINKING COFFEE BUT MAKING AN EFFORT TO MAKE IT SEEM LIKE THEY WERE). The one girl was telling her friend about how she couldn’t fall asleep last night and her friend just kept saying “Yeah, I know how you feel.” NO! That’s not a convo. Okay. Chem class now.


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