bloody campus rampage
I hate this fucking world sometimes. I went to school here for a while. And even though I have not even crossed the border into the former state I called home since I left for my own personal reasons. This has hit home. I know teachers there. I know people who work on the campus.
C.
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My mom was asking all kinds of questions about you because of this. It was..odd. The second I walked in the house she was like "Did you hear what happened at? Didn't Brian go there?" So strange. I think it gave her an excuse to ask things she wanted to know.
Have you heard from anyone you know there?
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