By Brianna Silva
X’s dog died on a Thursday. It made X very sad because they loved Thursdays. Stupid dog. X knew the dog didn’t plan when to die, but they wished it would’ve at least died on literally any other day of the week. Like Sunday. Or Tuesday. But no, the dog died on Thursday while X was at work. So when X came home and found the dog on the floor covered in its own food, X lost it. The damn dog died on a damn Thursday.
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Two people sat on the floor; their faces illuminated with a flashing white light. Their eyes were fixated on the screen; neither wanting to confront the reason why they were sitting on the floor of a dark dorm room watching a movie about French lesbians on an iPad. So they just sat there in silence while the French lesbians talked.
Now what happens next is tricky;
to this day neither of them remember
the exact order of events.
