it's not so much the cold, it's the perpetual grey that gets to me.
set against the red bricks, the accent of purple and gold-- colours
of royalty, but this place is the pits. y'all're all smart but we've
got some cleaning up to do, some class to practice; i love this place
for what it can be, and i want to see it that way someday.
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