019: SCHOOL

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There's a girl vomiting into the book return box in the library. She says it's nerves but it doesn't smell much like them.

I thought somebody should probably know.

Oh, and if anybody else finished the chem test early enough: think there's extra credit for noticing the examiners were playing human Pacman between the desk grids? I need to ask because, apparently, in Public school, you never can tell.

See you in fall.


[No, he's not expecting to attend the dance (although plans are subject to change). In the meantime he can be caught collecting his violin from the Westerberg High music rooms before heading into town. At the local grocery store he'll pick up baby food and heavy flow tampons, and hide them under at least six bags of potato chips. And, late in the evening, groceries, violin and shopping bag unloaded, he'll be found on the shoreline at the beach, expertly skipping pebbles out across the waves.]

Comments

[aprettypenny]

Maybe if you hurry, but I think Rosella basically cleaned out most of the stores yesterday.

[Nonono! Joking is good!]

What? Oh--oh. Don't worry, I figured you were.