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... d college student as he shuffled down the sidewalk, hands in his hoodie pocket, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion.
It was late. The city lights flickered above him, traffic passed with a hum, and the red crosswalk light glared back in silence.
"College is actual buns," he grumbled. "Professor wants me to write a two-thousand-word Shakespearean essay about how Christopher Columbus clapped half the native chicks. Like, what the hell am I even paying tuition for?"
The light t ...
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