So there I was, walking slower than a turtle on a lazy Sunday, and my mind started clearing up a bit, but I just kept on strolling. The loneliness hit me again, like a bad hangover. Memories from the past started flooding back.
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When I got back to the clinic, I ran into that third-year nemesis of mine from freshman year. He was there to pick up his I.D. that Ma'am had confiscated. Just my luck, Ma'am walked out right then and we all bumped into each other. That third-year dude looked like he was ready to start some drama with me, but then the nurse showed up.