“You’re preaching to the choir,” I grumbled. “I got into a God tier school, and I’m going and all, but there’s still the nagging reality that I might come out of four years with no hope for a job.”“You’ll do okay, man. I don’t give a fuck about that front of yours. You’re one smart kid.” Luxord grinned. “Just don’t get too wrecked with the partying. I’ve seen some smart cats go down that way.”
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