So, Sara (my India wife) asked me to go sell back books today at our campus bookstore. I think at this point I was planning on keeping my books. I don't know why I do that every semester. I don't ever read the books for class let alone read them later. I guess I just hope that one day they will be needed...
At any rate, Sara couldn't sell back any of her books, which sucks big time. I remember that happening in undergrad to me several semesters and feeling like a seven year old waking up on Christmas morning only to find fruit in his stocking and clothes wrapped under the tree.
I however made out well. Let's just say I'm having a party and 4 guys named ben are invited.
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you know how bitter i am about this...
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