After a minor panic attack caused by my thesis adviser's somewhat over-dramatized reaction to my defense of the break-up narrative (saying that maybe it doesn't exist? But I've read and researched so much already! it HAS to exist!), I had to rush to my room and pack for the Geneva forensics trip. Van ride was fun, and tiring, and I felt nauseous when we arrived due to my lack of practice (on the Barbie piece) and my absence of an intro...
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