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She ran over, picked [๐Ÿ‘ฆ] up, and threw him off the [โ™จ๏ธ๐Ÿ’จ๐ŸŽˆ]. Then, she [๐Ÿ”ฅโฌ‡๏ธ] the kitchen. ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿคฌ๐Ÿ˜จ๐Ÿคฌ๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ฐ๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜ต Read More

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โ€œeditorsโ€ will wrap the article in highlights and comments, dissecting it under the cold glaring lights of the windowless, godless room. Read More

winter8

As yet another April rolls around, I have a confession. I, Ratty Scarvis, one of the rats that roams the dorms and lecture halls of this school, am a nepo baby. Read More