"Kill us. Kill us. Kill us. Please, kill us. What are we? We cannot move, have no power to touch, why is it our lot in life to bear witness only to shrieking harpies, at all hours, forever plotting against each other in order to secure the affections of homophobic, preening date rapists. Kill us."
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“If These Walls Could Talk: Sorority House Edition” Mike Schmitt, McSweeny’s
so true.