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Deinonychus would have been the gangs, the big bad bitches of the school. They hunted in packs and, like other raptors, had sickle-shaped claws used to hack their prey to shreds.

“Why?” is the most important question.

But honestly, most of the people I naturally end up befriending are so unhip that they don’t even get the significance of art school or New York. In short, I am not cool.

“But it’s human nature to talk about people,” you say. Well yeah, maybe people do feel a need to vent about a friend who does annoying things in front of them. But that’s different than outright betraying someone’s trust.