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"You said WHAT?!" "Gulae. It's still Latin, right?" "Of COURSE it's still Latin - that's the problem! Why would you say that?!" The scene isn't pretty - and that's not just because it takes place in a college dorm bedroom laden with goth memorabilia and a few cigarette butts. Two young women, one standing, one sitting on the floor in a circle of candles, are to blame for breaking the silence. The screaming, more aggressive voice belongs to the one on her feet: a tall, twiggy girl with sienna skin and a long mane of ratty brown hair. The faded gray sweatshirt draped onto her bony torso looks about three sizes too big for her, with the sleeves enveloping her hands. That doesn't stop her from wildly gesturing when she's upset, however, as she's doing now. Her seated cohort? An impish, more pale young woman roughly one-and-one-quarters of a head shorter. Her outfit actually fits, albeit the color scheme is uninspired - black Vans, black jeans, a black hoodie zipped up over a popular

Not the most fun title, I'm aware. It'll do for now. Where do I start? Well, I think the natural first point I need to make is that I've been gone for a lot longer than I thought. It's been about a year and six/seven weeks since I announced I would be deleting my account, which is crazy to me. Time flies, I guess. Speaking of that "deleting my account" thing, some of you might have been confused when, on July 3rd, my account was in fact NOT deleted. I built it up dramatically and everything just for that not to happen. That's the thing - I tried to, but for some reason, it didn't go through. I actually tried several times. I even got emails about my deactivation and everything. But the account stood up anyway, so... I dunno. Is that my fault? A technical problem? Some sort of force of nature preventing such a thing from happening? Not sure, but it needed some clarity. As a refresher for WHY I attempted such a thing, here's the gist: I felt like it was time for me to turn a new leaf,

"Holly?" Lauren asked in a half-conscious stupor, the kind of drowsiness she was prone to whenever the time ticked past midnight. Holly was just within earshot, though she was currently cracking open the minifridge to retrieve her fourth can of cola of the night. "What's up?" "Why can't I log into Hulu?" Lauren asked bluntly, yawning before stuffing a fistful of popcorn into her mouth. She set the bowl aside next to what was nothing short of an emptied-bowl graveyard, where half a dozen colorful bowls sat with nothing but kernels inside. Both best friends were having a movie night, as two college dorm mates do on Friday nights when homework is finished and streaming services are ripe with the newest releases. Of course, a movie isn't complete without snacks - that is, lots of snacks. Lots, and lots, and possibly even more than lots of snacks. Holly's freckled potbelly bobbed a bit as she returned to her comfy seat on the dorm couch. She'd had her fair share of popcorn and cola, not