One week from today I will be in another country, trying to catch a ride to the beach. In 24 hours I will be writing my last final. After I write the final I will be doing grown up stuff, specifically having a goodbye lunch with my friends at a private club accessible only to those who work for a handful of corporations, meeting with a financial advisor, probably locating a book on personal finance, and barbecuing fancy steaks with my 'partner'. Which is awkward the grown up word for 'boyfriend'.
I am most concerned, right now, with what to eat for lunch.
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