Fifty
It's roughly nine-thirty, and Im sitting in Literature class next to MB, and Ive forgotten my bloody text.
Oh, what to do? We've got a sub, so I make myself busy by plugging in my headphones and daydreaming about cricket.
But I suddenly have a blinding flash of inspiration, and decide to start doing something a little different. Spurred on my ever- ( Read more... )
Oh, what to do? We've got a sub, so I make myself busy by plugging in my headphones and daydreaming about cricket.
But I suddenly have a blinding flash of inspiration, and decide to start doing something a little different. Spurred on my ever- ( Read more... )
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