I'd asked Becca how she liked sorting, and she said it was fine, that everything was pretty light and easy to carry around.
"EXCEPT THIS," she said, pretending to LABOR MIGHTILY to heft one of those ugly ol' leather Wordsworth classics. I donno, this was like litrilly the funniest shit evarr, I couldn't get ahold of myself at aaaall. Sheldon srsly thought I was crying and was worried what was wrong.
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