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shiny objects

Tuesday, September 14, 2004


I couldn't sleep last night, and, as fortune would have it, neither could my friend Rebecca. Together, we went on a 4am jaunt to the stone ledge which surrounds our dorm for an alfresco tete-a-tete. Alas, to our dismay, we realized upon attempting to reenter the dorm that both of us had neglected to bring a key card. Beaumont house is, without a doubt, the most impenetrable building ever built by a human hand. Every window wore a security lock which prevented it from opening beyond a meager hand-width. None of our friends could be roused by a hail of rocks and sticks thrown desperately at the thick glass of their bedroom windows. None of my credit cards could, by some fluke of technology, trip the door's magnetic sensor. At last, Rebecca and I, defeated, trudged to the campus police station and begged the officer on duty to let us in to our beds. My head struck the pillow at 5am.


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