A few years ago I didn't turn in my keys to the company car at the end of the week, and I and one very dreamy grad student hijacked it to New York. A few weeks ago I spent the whole night at the office, most of it surfing the Internet, some of it sleeping under my cubicle, a very small chunk of it reporting this story. A few times in high school I told my mom I was going to the movies when, in fact, I was going to very large keg parties that were customarily very lacking in adult...
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