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April 29, 2006
The grounds of the university were invaded. Jeremy was pissed. It was Saturday morning, easily 8 am though he wasn't sure because he'd thrown his clock into his closet after the alarm failed to wake him in time for class. He could hear people yakking away, nailing wood, and buzzing power tools ... it was keeping him awake. His eyes felt like powdered eggs and his lips were pulpy with new skin. Why on a Saturday morning would anyone be building on the greens? Jeremy rolled over, pulling his blanket over his head. Outside, the medieval players built a city.