It’s Sunday morning, your first breakfast of the week. Come Monday, you have to give up this luxury yet again for those precious hours spent having a weird sex dream about that kid in your 10th grade spanish class. You’re not going to waste this morning- next week will finally be your year. You need some serious protein to kick off your 18 hour study-sesh, you’re headed for the omelette bar- and yeah, today they have real bacon. You’re finally in line, awaiting your savory equivalent of a redbull, and shit- what the hell do you do for the next 20 minutes?
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