They're still stalking me. On Tuesday I had to run to Stong to get a form signed by the English office and as I passed the four-way exchange that takes you to different parts of campus near Complex II, I heard it: the telltale sound of angry honking. I looked to my right and THERE THEY WERE A THIRD TIME, on the lawn near the Tait Mackenzie parking lot, honking and passers-by. And then they turned their beady little eyes on me and I basically ran the rest of the way to Stong.
Then this morning, as I was coming out of the remnants of a lovely dream, I was jarred awake by more honking. They were flying over my house, those horrible Canada Geese were. How will I ever escape them?
I'm doomed.
-Laur
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