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In This Issue

• Gilded Age Remembered
• A Dutty-Dance with Death
• Cracking the Porcelein Castle
• The Fed Presents: Lessons in Parenting
• The Dodgessy
• A Collection of Haikus
• The Winter In My Soul
• Sometimes Misinformation Can Be Quite Deadly
• The Potomac’s Constitutional Sewage
• Missed Connections
• Bail-outopoly
• The Short List of Columbia University Clubs
• Beastiality Ever-After
• The Party Doesn’t Stop During a Global Recession
• got meth?
• Getting Ass in Class
• From the Archives
• THE FED has this to say
• They Watch
• The Staff

These are always tedious and people barely read them. I am tired. It is midterms season and I haven't slept in 4 days and I look like the crypt keeper from taking too much adderall and forgetting to eat, but I'm here anyway because I love The Fed and I can barely see the screen anymore because I think the four cans of Monster in 2 hours messed with my heart and no blood is flowing to my eyes, but is blood supposed to flow to my eyes? I'm not really sure of reality right now, but the sound of typing is really relaxing.

You know how when you get to that point that you realize is the breaking one, breaking point that is, you suddenly stop and think, "wow, this really is the worst things have ever been, ever." Well The Fed is the opposite of that. Despite the fact that school is horrible and long and midtermsmidtermsmidersters...

When I go to the meetings on Sundays I feel so loved and appreciated and I get all of the validation that I never got from my parents or friends or teachers. Everyone's funny and it's just, well, nice.

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