The looming nightmare test perches on the morrow, that distant rooftop. My snobbish indifference has not paid off. Pinching through the ink-stained leaflets, I vainly search for notes to study. But all I find is fragrant self-expression. Pages and pages of fragrant self-expression. Stimulating the flared nostrils of my itinerant imagination. I look in the mirror and see how large his nose has grown and I cackle crow-like at the freakish proportions of my misshapen brain. I roll my eyes at the sneering gargoyle perched on tomorrow's shadowy rooftop, and toss my riddled notebook in the eager waste-basket.
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