Try to act somewhat
surprised or happy even
when you escape that building
with its fucking marble water fountains
and labyrinthine hallways that
lead you in circles for an hour
around the same 10 rooms
that remind you of your old "new"
high school, the one that'd make
Bentham jealous and Foucault shit.
Try to make it out of
there with your soul
intact.
I swear.
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