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2004-01-12 17:59:47 ET
The walls began melting. Not like the witch in a highly annoying movie, more like potatoes succumbing to the mashing fork. All around her the building was turning to clumps of goo. People were screaming and running in terror. Some of the screams were muffled as the goo closed in around them. She sat watching the horror unfold. Instead of fleeing in panic, she leaned over and poked at a growing puddle of wall goo at her feet. It was swirled with the colors from the posters and advertisements that had decorated the wall in it’s past, more stable life. With a tiny giggle she stood up and tromped around in the sticky substance. It was more fun than muddy puddles in the rain.
Anything would be more fun than waiting in line for a half an hour to talk to unhelpful financial aid people.
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