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timid faces, scrutinizing. each surveying those around. cold, tile floors. an assortment of t-shirts, basketball shorts and tennis shoes clothe those who collect around cold, long tables. whispered conversations float like the buzzing of tiny bees. stretching, then into a line. when did i get so short? number three, lucky me. loosening up. shy
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hahahahaahaaaaaa i love you and your shortness, carrie. i like this looks into your senior year... im enjoying them.
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