So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time, and an orange time. But when the pollen again gilded the sun and sifted down on the world she began to stand around the gate and expect things. What things? She didn't know exactly. Her breath was gusty and short. She knew things that nobody had ever told her. For instance, the words of the
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i have the same situation.
im dropping it too.
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i meant a class.
im still in film.
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oh btw.
i love that book :)
it was one of the better ones that high school made us read. haha
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