We sit in class, blank expressions on both our faces, watching the minute hand make its slow laps around the clock until that final moment when class is almost over and we are awakened from the stupor that had consumed us. The bell rings, serving as an alarm clock to wake us up from our daydreams, throwing us back into the churning pool of reality
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nicely written my chum
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ur makin me blush
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