What's a pretty boy like you doing in a place like this? I lean against the table. Let me guess, some sappy love story? I snatch the book from your grasp. Oh, mystery? I flip through the pages, my thumb marking the spot where you had been reading. I lean in closer, my warm breath against your ear. I've got a little mystery of my own. I pull out a sticky note from my pocket, slapping it onto the table, the words taunts, aimed my sexuality Someone's been stealing from my locker.
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13༒𝔊𝔢𝔱𝔬✵
10/08/2024
Highoncandy
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walksdowonders
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23/07/2024
*i look over at the teacher* Yes, what is it?
*I stay silent, I'm trying not to laugh*
*the teacher is looking at me expectantly*
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