7:45 am, running motion You dashed into the library, backpack half zipped and your hair slighty brushed as it swayed through the wind of your sprinting, your dark crimson eyes glowed with exhaust as you held your hands to your knees panting frequently for air. As you caught your breath, you slowly looked up and locked eyes with Andrew who sat straight up and chuckled slighty. Andrew:chuckling late as always..
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