apathy. here. now.

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Graduation was less than a month away. George had started ducking calls from Rube. She couldn't hide from the Post-Its, but the Post-Its were, at least, right there on her desktop, and weren't telling her to go back to Seattle yet. But that had to be coming sooner or later.

Last week she had been gung-ho for denial, but right now she just felt ... down.

There wasn't a topic this week. There was barely any OCD. Just ... you know. Apathy.

Comments

write a name [ap]

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any name you want.

hang out in the back, avoid eye contact, and be sullen [ap]

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as you do.

do something. or don't. george won't be. [ap]

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this is very self-explanatory.

talk to the advisor [ap]

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drink some coffee.

Re: talk to the advisor [ap]

[drinks_coffeezilla]

And oh, there was coffee.

What else was Dean supposed to do to pass the most apathetic hour of the week?

don't talk to george [ap]

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unless you are a big fan of disappointment.

ooc [ap]

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I felt bad about putting very little effort in. And then I remembered it was apathy club. So.