No AudioI walk down the school hall. I’m not sure what I’m doing. I might as well go to bed. What if I went to bed forever? No, that would be death. I’m only 17. Only 17. I repeat that to myself many times before sitting down in math class next to the most GORGEOUSSSS (you) person in the world. I cover my smirk to keep my reputation as a good person and focus on the lesson. But not really.
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