I LOVE the last week of school feeling more than anything else in the world. Every year, I think about what I was going the year before
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Into the woods into the woods into the woods then out of the woods then into the woods then out of the woods then into the woods then out of the woods then into the woods then out of the woods
Sometimes I forget that I'm not in my room, and I start mumbling to myself, and dancing, and looking at my refection to decide if my butt looks fat in sweatpants, .... and then I realize that my little brother and grandmother have been looking the whole time, because the doors open.