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Craziness. I suppose you went back to your daily chores at that point. Ha!

Once someone called me a ninja when I was at Whitworth. I think it was because I was wearing all black. Note, I am not goth, nor ninja, really.


I love Whitworth. It's such a strange little place.


I bet one of them was my sister. She lived in the ninja theme house the year after it was the ninja theme house, and it seemed to rub off.

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