I
truly turned 25 this year, but it was months after my party that I actually
encountered the conditions that made me a 25 year old.
It is weird
to think that my brother had to tell me that I would not be able to fudge my
Honours. I prefer not to think of my skills as skills in fudging, but as skills
in bending people as nicely as possible to my will! The power rush I feel as
another person ruefully admits that I am too fast, too funny, too clever, too
quick. I am not a dead person, I am quick one!
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