Do not fail your mathematics, aaron chee. Or else i do a paraphillic forfeit.

Then again, who was I to trust the effects of a double expresso?

Contemplate this scene:

Two boys sitting at a table in a cafe adjacent to a community library. One goes up to the counter and asks, arrogantly, for "the strongest coffee you have". He is met with laughter and *nudge nudge wink wink* among the staff, but they serve him nevertheless. Milk? Yes, please. He adds two packs of sugar and returns to the table. There is a single taste and a sense of inadequacy. Three more grams go in and float around lazily before winking out of existence. The smell is overwhelming now, laden with wakeful promise. He takes a long sip and lets out an unrestrained sigh of relief.

Five minutes later, the trembling starts.

A minute after that, the spiders came.

There wasn't a seventh minute, of course.

SS + english = dead hand. 3 pages for english (before i saw the word limit), 8 pages for SS =/The worst is over now.

Poor wee kim wee

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