he sat glued to his seat, unable to move, neck stiff, eyes slightly crossed and one pure drop of sweat running down his cheek like a tear. he had just been asked a question and his mind should have been searching for an answer but all he could think of were answers to questions that had been asked of him yesterday or earlier that day. he could
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too bad mine was gonna be kinda along the same lines as yours. except about my nitrogen cycle paper.
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chapter one is probably going to be my favorite one out of all of them.
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i've started reading elise's "e" story. i'm going to read yours next.
if you didn't know, this is ricafel.
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