Done and dusted, about time too.
A week in the exam hall was like 49 days in a pressure cooker stuffed with week-old laundry marinated in dog pee and baby puke. Putrefying to the max!
Cant bear to recount the days yet, at least not now.
Now, I'm off to Chicago. The Musical. Not the place where bulls play basketball in reds.
Sky is gray. Wish me luck.
Signing off,
An unchained 'mehhhh!!!' horse.
Disclaimer:
No. no. The author has never try pressure-cooking clothings in puke and urine.
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