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Sources on the first floor of the Rockefeller Library confirmed that two students in one of the definitively-not-soundproof glass rooms are under the impression that no one can hear their fucked-up little psychodrama.
“It’s like Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf in there,” said Mary Lane, a sophomore who was just trying to study for her organic chemistry exam. “The way they lob insults at each other so quickly is unnerving. I mean, they’re really cutting deep.”
“It feels like, on some level, they want everyone to hear them, like it’s some twisted performance,” continued Lane as the volume from the glass room grew to a brief shouting match, before settling into an acidic laugh. “When the girl implied the boy has a drinking problem and he all but called out her affair, I heard everyone in the Rock gasp. They keep just going to the edge, but not stepping over, and in a way, that’s what makes it all the more cruel.”
“I need to study for my exam, but I can’t help but listen to how each retort is a twist of the knife,” continued Lane as the boy swirled a glass of sherry and the girl pointedly blew cigarette smoke in his face. “It’s annoying, sure, but it’s also delicious.”
At press time, the students invited an idealistic younger couple into the glass room and were planning to drive them apart for their own sick satisfaction.
