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My room. It looks like a tornado has been through it. Or maybe Hurricane Irene. Anywho, if you look at it, you know exactly the meaning of destruction. Books, clothes splayed all over the place. Empty wrappers and cans. So embarrassing.
The ship had crashed on the rocks in front of the shore. The hull sustained a gash six feet wide. Without hope, we quickly drank in the water, meeting our salty deaths.
Yesterday, I went in for the second round of interviews for an internship in one of the best theaters in Chicago. I have been unemployed and looking for work since I graduated in May. Getting that internship and working toward my dream job is definitely what I would call succeeding.
One two three, one two three. Again. One two three, one two three. Again. One two three, one two three. Again. Faster. One two three, one two three. Again. LOUDER. ONE TWO THREE, ONE TWO THREE. AGAIN.
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