It’s all alphabet soup in 12-pt font, bitter black bleeding into vegetable stock — A poem or two or three, falling into one another like bodies in orbit
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“Simeon stuffs a cool mint Zyn under his top lip. Is he lost? I ask him what his favorite movie is. Anything Woody Allen.”
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Bot check: What is the name of the farthest residential college from central campus?
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