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“I don’t know what to do with my life,” I said, wiping my eyes with a tissue.
It was Tuesday, and the blue porcelain teacup her mother-in-law had lent her made her wish it wasn’t Tuesday. She had chipped the scalloped rim five days ago, and coffee had been gluing itself in the chalky crack.
The spring semester of my junior year at Ole Miss brought both fear and hilarity. It was one of those…