I spent forty billion hours today trying to get the hell out of art school. They apparently do not want me and my money to transfer to another school. I finally got to leave class at 10pm & went for a run to work off my frustration. It was nice and so was this random pay phone in the middle of my neighborhood. I wonder if our children's children will even know what one of these did one day. (Let superheros change into their outfits, of course!)
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they won't. i mean, i feel that superheroes of the future won't even need phonebooths. and who the hell keeps knocking?
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