Procrastination is my friend....

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So, last night. I wrote the essay I found out was due in this morning. The computer crashed and ate it. I re-wrote the essay. And then I was walking over the Magdalen bridge, and an old friend of mine from choir who I hadn't seen in years was sitting on it. On the floor, barefoot. A girl called Hedwig (many years before Harry Potter, poor girl). She came back to my room and drank coffee. She didn't remember Kezia at all, but then they were always both kinda quiet.
So now I wonder how many other random FCMG people are floating around in Oxford.