June 4, 2014

It was the last day of psychology class. 3:05. Another 30 minutes and we’ll be free. The room was dark and illuminated only by the glow of everyone’s laptop screens. It was pouring outside as I sat next to the window. I got out of my chair, thinking to myself that I should probably go to the bathroom. I nearly tripped on a bundle of power cords on my way out.

Our task was to write something that related to honesty. And after class, our teacher was saying how it was ironic that our references included phone numbers that did not actually exist.

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It was the last week so no one was taking the assignments labeled “Kings Quest” very seriously. It was sort of like how people tend to collectively forget something if no one reminds them about it. Brown. What is the 24th letter? 24th letter of what? The alphabet? How did you know?