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The Aftermath (Part Deux)Finals are FINAL-ly over! But while the road may have ended for now I'd like to tell you all a nice tale of the ride up to this point.
(All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or MisterSir, is purely coincidental.)
I had to get up at 7am to write about 3 essays in 27 degree weather.
MY HANDS WERE ICICLES
WHAT'S THAT? YOU WANT ME TO WRITE ABOUT THE CIVIL WAR? BRO, IT'S SO COLD I CAN'T EVEN LIFT

"OH," you probably think out loud to yourself, "WHY NOT JUST WARM YOUR HANDS AS THOUGH YOU DROPPED HOT RAMEN ON THEM!"
Regrettably, I had only 2 hours to write said essays (which I didn't get to study for because employment) and then drive an hour from campus only to go back to the place of employment for 7 hours.
WHICH WAS ALSO COLD AS BALLS

KEY POINTS FOR THOSE WHO DIDN'T READ Andrew is dumb and burned his fapping hand.
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