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On the twelfth week of Grad School, my baton said to me…


On the twelfth week of Grad School, my baton said to me: ‘member all that’s happened to thee… I am stronger than I look, wiser than I know, and a hell lot a braver than most people I know. Sometimes slow and steady wins the race, sometimes it just means your dead. Show the ictus, my […]

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