We messed up.
I hope y’all like to sleep on the floor because we sold all of the dorm beds to pay off our gambling debts.
There’s nothing you can do about it.
We dare you to transfer, you won’t.
What would you do without us?
You can cry and whine, but where will that lead you?
Back to your shitty little concrete floor where you will sleep eight hours and like it.
You are a result of us.
Cry about it.
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