Friday, 2:36 am

I am frantically searching TFTF for a post on noise level, to no avail, so I have no choice to direct this little tirade to you straight. My apologies. But like, not really, because this is fucking unaccaptable. People are literally SHRIEKING and LAUGHING and not even attempting to whisper. This is a motherfucking library.

Please tell your dear, die-hard Rock partialist that this is some kind of bizarre anomaly and not normal Frisc behavior.

— Ellen Cushing, Guest Columnist

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