See my names are “The Intern”. I reside in the corridors of The Intern. If they ask you who I am point back here and say there he is “The Intern”. Titles however much important for people from the lake side, I will reserve them. Why The Intern, you ask? Well put on your thinking hats & listen to this. This Intern was once an Intern and will hopefully one day stop being one, but until my Internship period is over then, lets make a date here. Every end month when the cosmos aline in favor of us all, lets gather around here and break bread while listen to a The Interns’ anecdote.
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