the meeting
sandra had a seizure while i was high at a meeting.
i don't even remember much of what went on during the meeting
besides jay-z and beyonce.
and after the meeting i went to robert's.
he helped me with math,
put his arms around me,
and told me it'd be 20$ for his help.
i was still pretty high at that point,
i'm not sure if anyone could tell but no one noticed so...
when i made it back to my dorm everyone was asleep.
and the next day, sandra told me what happened and robert made it 30$.
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