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Rebecca Lobo feels guilty for no discernible reason. She feels like this whenever she wakes up hungover. She turns her phone off and leaves it off for the rest of the day. She promises herself that she will start her term paper for her econ class, but she doesn't really expect to. She sits down at her computer and spends a lot of time looking at Twitter, thinking "this is stupid."
Jennifer Rizotti IMs her and asks if they have practice tomorrow. She closes the box and waits a few minutes to sign off.
She looks at Donald Brown's Twitter page. She doesn't know him, but he is in Jennifer Rizotti's survey of African-American literature, and she talks about him a lot. All of his posts are just rap lyrics. One of them says, "I love havin sex but Id rather get some head." It is from a Bone Thugs 'n Harmony song.
She thinks, "this is stupid."
Jennifer Rizotti IMs her and asks if they have practice tomorrow. She closes the box and waits a few minutes to sign off.
She looks at Donald Brown's Twitter page. She doesn't know him, but he is in Jennifer Rizotti's survey of African-American literature, and she talks about him a lot. All of his posts are just rap lyrics. One of them says, "I love havin sex but Id rather get some head." It is from a Bone Thugs 'n Harmony song.
She thinks, "this is stupid."