Invasion

It was already around 9 p.m., but I knew I wouldn't find the willpower to take care of the moving process tomorrow.

I drove to my garage, swapped out my Ferrari for my Ford F-150 pickup truck, and drove to the dorm, moving some of my things from there into the pickup and driving them to my new house.

Fortunately, as taught by my mother, I was a very frugal man, with little to no belongings, so I only needed to make one round trip.

After unloading everything at the new house and leaving it in the dining room, I walked into the main bedroom and collapsed onto the large white bed with its soft, cuddly sheets.

It was incredibly comfortable.

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The next morning, I drove the Ford F-150 onto the campus for my classes and lectures.

In the afternoon, the last lecture was philosophy, which had replaced political science for the semester.