It sounds like you fucked up. And Hope fucked up, too. Nothing's ever gonna change that.
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But, you know. You were always gonna fuck up some time. Maybe it woulda been nicer if you fucked up with someone who didn't matter to you so much. But...nobody's perfect.
I mean, you probably should. Or else you're gonna spend the rest of your life crying in a corner and then you'll be no good to everything else that you do still want to protect.
And if you blink, then suddenly Hope is standing right there in her place—although she looks a little different; dressed a little more crisply and professionally, albeit all in black. A white rose is pinned to her lapel.
"Well—it seems like you do have an articulated thesis. You might want to go look up some sources for evidence, though—try Primary Sources or Essays, I think, for what your current take seems to be."
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It sounds like you fucked up. And Hope fucked up, too. Nothing's ever gonna change that.
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But, you know. You were always gonna fuck up some time. Maybe it woulda been nicer if you fucked up with someone who didn't matter to you so much. But...nobody's perfect.
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She gives a little smile. "I don't think I expected this conversation to go this way."
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"Keep it up, young man."
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What do you mean "this part" of you?
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[he is still confused but at least sorta-Hope isn't crying anymore???]
Well, if you're feeling better, I better get going.
--Oh, yeah. Got any tips for the paper?
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[an articulated thesis? what does that even mean???]
Oh--one more thing. When I was reading the retrospectives I found these bits in red in a couple of 'em. What's that all about?
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"Seems like someone decided to get a little opinionated with the grading pens. I wonder who, though—the Professor wouldn't write in a book like that."
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[heading over to Essays]