After over 30 hours of traveling all I wanted to do was lay in a bed, any bed, and sleep, alas, that unfortunately was not in the cards for me. I looked around the van as I sat, patiently awaiting the next move, and I saw long, thin, pale legs, long blonde hair, sunken in cheeks, large black books in laps. As I nervously and uncomfortably attempted to alter my own bedraggled appearance, I wondered what those books could be. Why were they so big? And why did everyone have one…except me? And so, I silently sat in the back of the techno blaring van, my mind overwhelmed and hyper conscious of my “newness”, and awaited my fate.
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