The worst evening of my life

Betty came back to Toronto. She has to prepare for her final exams. She’s been away for two weeks so she has a lot of catching up to do. We’ve met very briefly. Me too, I am pretty busy. This is my last semester, I am working extra hard: I am trying to get the [...]

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