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Yesterday, I was eating watermelon and remembered a story about a boy who loved watermelons and ate them with the seeds. One of the seeds didn't digest and got stuck somewhere inside him. Over time, it started to sprout, and a watermelon began to grow right in the boy's stomach. Eventually, it grew so large that it compressed all of his organs, and then it exploded. That's the story. If anyone doesn't believe it, they can pay me a hundred bucks or send me a wad of cash.

No, you got the story wrong: the seed got stuck when the boy put it in his nose, and over time, the watermelon that grew replaced his head, but no one noticed because his mental abilities weren't great to begin with. He also liked to have fun by hiding in the stalls of Caucasian watermelon vendors, and people would try to pick him, and he would jump out and scare them.

he would hide among the stalls of Caucasian vendors selling watermelons, because he liked it when they touched his head and tapped on it.

This is better.

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He's back! Karlsson!

I thought my absence wouldn't be noticed.

You might have noticed. By the way, who are you?

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They all came out!

No, not today, but tomorrow. Day one. I arrived. They told me to sign up (just write my first and last name on a piece of paper, it takes two minutes) and come back tomorrow. An inefficient use of time, considering that the journey (metro + minibus to the city) takes 7-8 hours round trip (and what about those who live in more remote cities?). Day two. I arrived. For some reason, I stood around for about two hours. Then, suddenly, they sent all of us (or almost all of us) to a different dormitory. Which is in even worse condition. Although I liked the location more. It's like a student campus. It turned out that there's a real house situation here. Basically, what they did was kick out the fifth-year students from the two-person rooms, put two more beds in there, and thus made rooms for four people. And now they're settling us - first-year students - in there. The room is smaller than the one I have here. One table. A low one. And yet, this is supposedly one of the best universities in the country! Ukraine. Although, I wasn't really surprised by anything and took all this mess as a matter of course.

Hey, could you remind me where you went? I don't feel like scrolling through the chat.

You'll have a fun time living in the dorms, you're lucky. And where did you get accepted, if you don't mind sharing?

And where did you get accepted, if it's not a secret?

Just remind me, where did you go? I don't feel like scrolling through everything.

I don't think I've posted on this forum before, if I'm not mistaken.
Kyiv National University named after Taras Shevchenko. Faculty of Philology. Major: Japanese language and literature, and translation. The dormitory is located not far from the Vasylkivska metro station, in case you're interested.

Oh yes, congratulations to Cash on his birthday, even though I thought it was a little later. To be honest, I don't know what to wish him, I always have some difficulties with that, but I couldn't not congratulate my friend. Especially now that I'm here.