MentalDown
One Second LaterJacob sat on the steps of the university hall, slowly rolling his lit cigarette back and forth between his two fingers. Every few seconds he brought the tobacco and paper to his mouth and took a long, hard drag and inhaled deeply. He heard footsteps approach behind him and he stared out at the campus grounds, not aknowledging whoever it was. He focused on the tree across the grounds, watching its leaves sway in the wind. Probably another person he'd never met, he figured. Someone to tell him good luck, or maybe one of the naysayers saying his project was impossible. Jacob didn't really want to talk to anyone. He just wanted to smoke his damnOne Second Later
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[ effrigi meus ter oculus atqui extermino meus animus ]
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[ effrigi meus ter oculus atqui extermino meus animus ]
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"Suppose your Aunt Dahlia read in the paper that you were going to be shot at sunrise."
"I couldn't be. I'm never up so early."
--P.G.Wodehouse, How Right You Are, Jeeves.
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