January 2012
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A reputable neighborhood, suffering from the... →
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Pretenses drawled about her mannerisms as she thwarted any hopeful student’s idea of an art history professor grounded by societal norms. Sagaciously she professed her love of students and how her varying degrees in the arts would envelop us and subsequently bolster our bourgeois understanding of culture into aristocratic prowess. She spoke slowly with saccharine praise of the humanities, or...
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Indicative of the illegitimacy of proper identification cozied in the wallets of the youthful “of-aged,” I dreamt myself at a watering hole I’d become familiar with merely on the external. Its coordinates are proximal to my house. Inside, I felt timorous in contrary to my intrepid bar hopping and rampant identity theft. Upon ordering a beer that I deemed tasty according to the...
