Finals by Russell Conover

“Ugh–my head’s going to explode from all this studying!” Amy rubbed her eyes.

Wes, her friend, put his hand to his head. “I know. We’ve been up all night reviewing for finals tomorrow, and I still barely remember anything.”

She looked determined. “OK. Let’s start easy. What’s your cat’s name?”

“That’s easy! It’s, uh … well …” Wes stuttered, looking embarrassed.

“Really? Can’t even remember that?” she smiled.

“Well, what’s your brother’s name?” he retorted.

She nodded. “Piece of cake. It’s, well … uh …”

They eyed each other in dismay.

“All right. College has ruined us. Time for a trip to Tahiti.”

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