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I had this creepy dream last night where I got beat up by about seven people. Or the gang was just called the Sevens. I don't know. I wasn't in the position to count them. Though I think I ended up killing them all in the end? Weird. I also kind of felt rather violent as a result.
And then this weird guy tried to help me carry my portfolio on the way home and I was like: "Um, no. Really, I don't need help with this." And then he was all like: "you're never going to make it." I just smirked and walked on. I dunno about the whole carrying of portfolio case thing? Was he just trying to be nice? Because I really can't see why someone would try to steal something that really has no value at all.
And then this weird guy tried to help me carry my portfolio on the way home and I was like: "Um, no. Really, I don't need help with this." And then he was all like: "you're never going to make it." I just smirked and walked on. I dunno about the whole carrying of portfolio case thing? Was he just trying to be nice? Because I really can't see why someone would try to steal something that really has no value at all.
