Good old Beck

A nice man is driving me home in a green and orange car that’s older than me. I don’t care; I’m just happy to be on my way.

The exam wasn’t bad at all. My hand is cramped up, but I feel pretty confident. I daresay there’ll be people still writing at the final bell.

[tags]final exam, beck taxi[/tags]

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