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It's 10:15, and the fish are dead
-- Friday, April 16, 2004 --
The time has come. [Cue mood music.] We laughed, we cried, we ate many hot dogs. But now we must say goodbye. But I take with me many lessons from this experience, mainly that sometimes a man's a man, but sometimes he's Terry Li. Poor Terry.
The scene: Room 165
The characters: Abby Graber, Eric Glover, Mr. Mathwin the Almighty
Abby: nyuh
Eric: clicky click.
Mr. Mathwin: Time to go!
Abby: Woo!
Eric: black men do not woo. woot, yo.
Mr. Mathwin: clean up!
Abby: die now
Mr. Mathwin: no
Abby: you seem to have set off my deja vu sensors
Mr. Mathwin: quiet
Abby: righto
So it ends.
> Abby 10:14 PM [108216844505546841]
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