Monday, October 16, 2006

14-77

Dear Fourteen Seventy-Seven,
I just came after screwing up a quiz 5 minutes ago. It seems your hand is everywhere. You have an uncanny knack of messing things up for me. There is more that I would like to say, but I have yet another class to go to. The semester is ending and I have learnt a lot, and I have learnt nothing.

There is only light when something burns.

What a consolation.

Warm regards,
The ElectronicLuddite

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