Last night I had another back in college dream. Only I was apparently still living in Edmonton, because I lived with the SuprKyle. It was snowing out, and I was taking a college-run bus from the campus into town. The bus slid on some ice and crashed. There was a girl on the bus that was mentally retarted, and she hit her face on the seat in front of her, and her mouth and nose were all bloody. Me and another girl took her back to her dorm room, because she couldn't get get medical help until she filled out a whole bunch of forms. Me and the other girl were helping her fill them all out. We needed to print a bunch of them, and the prints cost 10 cents each. She gave me a roll of dimes, and I took them to the printer and printed her forms. I went to leave then, and on my way out the door, ran into Ed, the owner of VisiNet, where I used to work. He asked me what I was doing there, and I said I was just leaving, and I continued on my way. I was almost out of the building when I ran into the SuprKyle. He said that one of the people he works for came and fined him, and yelled at him, because I took money from someone (the roll of dimes), which apparently family members of military people aren't allowed to do in Edmonton. I told him that I only used the dimes to print the injured, retarted girl's health forms to help her, and that I gave her back the dimes that I didn't use. He said that this wasn't allowed, but that given the circumstances, they probably wouldn't be that hard on him.
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