Wednesday, 11:51 p.m.

In the girl's bathroom, there is consistently one flyer. Inside the stall, directly at eye level — one lone flyer. It changes frequently — the content is promoted by different groups and there is no consistent thread between the advertisements. But for some strange reason, it seems there can never be more than one flyer on the wall. Never mind you that there is a ton of extra room surrounding the sole piece of paper. This stall is only big enough for one of us.

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