I forgot to mention this in my last post, and I'm too lazy to edit it.
On our 2nd or 3rd week at CC, Anna folded her sticky note (which contained a comment on my science paper) into an origami box. Well, it was a seriously awesome little box, so I told her that I wasn't going to open it until I was on my death bed.
And I'm not.
So, every week, we always get into a stupid play-fight about it. xD And I assure you, I am going to keep my word. When I'm like 97 years old and the doctors have told me that I don't have much longer, I'm going to call Anna on my old-fashioned smartphone at whatever nursing home/wherever she'll be staying at the time, and I'm only going to say three words: "I opened it."
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