I am violently jolted out of my daydream when she looks up at me from her textbook, her hair falling in her eyes and a slight purse on her lips. These are the kind of looks I look forward too. I look forward to them, and yet I only get to bear witness maybe once every six months. Not at all often enough. I stammer for a moment. I am all too aware
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While this post actually has something to do with real-life events, please try to remember that not all of my posts do... lol as you'll see in the post that follows.
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