Wheeling backwards across the hardwood floor, the cool breeze of a wet afternoon hits me through the open patio door. I look out at the misty rain outside, admiring how it blurs out the skyline. I can only see as far as the DVP junction now; anything further is a white mess.
It's 10.30 now. I should be dressed, should have eaten more than three
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Keep up the good work!
*my teacher comment*
is it believable?
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....aren't you?
;)
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