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[toocool4school]

".....a smell of autumn hung in the air that day, yet the warmth was reminiscent of summer-an intoxicating combination that made us want to drive faster, turn the music louder, and find more ways to be bad. The scent said that we should be at a desk in that dull brick building, grinding away at some math problem or descriptive essay....but the weather told us we were free."
lia ottaviano

Heres to fucking up.