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Author
The author is a paranoid, deranged and cynical misanthrope who records snippets of her life so that she will remember them when she grows old
and withered. The identities of any names or initials on this blog are based on the assumptions of the reader unless otherwise specified, and the author claims no responsibility for them.
Reality
The author somehow got into medical school. Yes, you of the general public, shudder and fear the wrath of an inept doctor.
Hey Bernice, you aren't the person I'm angry at, so don't worry... It's not my loss that you didn't go, but yours... I'm sure you had your own valid reasons though:).
Would you mind passing the money to Sars when school starts? And would Sars mind passing it to me? Thanks in advance.
My dad says that he's going to let me choose my Christmas present... Probably getting a few books.
My eye infection's back (a little), so I shouldn't be here... Goodbye.
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