It's done. It's over. Every necessary item has been checked off, every hoop jumped through. Anyday now I'll wake up a college graduate, with a B.S. in biochemistry. With minors in music and Japanese.

It'll be a few more months before I free myself of this place, however. There's still a few more strings holding me. Come April I'll leave, and by September this place will be just a vague memory.

like the carrion of a murdered prey,

greyarea

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