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The never-gonna-be-snapped-why-God-oh-why streak of the hippy lady always sitting next to me during writing classes continues. Other highlights:

The high-as-hell chick monotoning about catharsis
The dude in teeny-tiny, itty-bitty terry cloth jogging shorts
The woman who got super defensive when the instructor said "It sounds like you have a lot of fun with alliteration."