Mar 23, 2004 00:39
She sat at her desk, watching her pen slowly make its way to the edge of the desk and fall. She was too tired to stop it from falling, let alone pick it up. Soon her head began to bob in a sad attempt at staying awake. Finally, she gave up and went to sleep on the desk. Maybe everything would get done if she slept on her books.
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