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2001: Grad school in Las Vegas.
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| I'm really homesick, I have no friends, and you're not spending enough time with me. | |
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| I know, dear. I didn't think it would be like this. | |
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*note: I'm really not bagging on her. it just seemed like this at the time.
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| And what's more, you're spending all your free time on that friggin' StripCreator thing. | |
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| It's fun. It alleviates the stresses I have coming from all sides. | |
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| Christopher, you have a 4.0 and your writing is good; you're just not doing enough of it. We're pulling your assistantship. | |
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| I understand. It's not like I was ever going to make money as a playwright anyway. | |
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