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My leg is feeling strange.
Being paranoid that it’s a blood clot and I’ll die in my sleep.
On one hand, bummer. On the other hand, no finals.
Bagger at grocery store: “How was your Easter, ma’am?”
Me: [Ugh, ‘ma’am’…] “Was studying, went right by.”
Bagger: “Well, it could be worse. At least you didn’t participate in the other holiday that was happening.”
Me: [BITCH YOU AIN’T KNOW SHIT ABOUT MY LIFE] *polite laugh* Yeh.
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