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Oct 2017
It's four o'clock in the afternoon
Run upstairs
He's coming soon
Hurry
Hurry
Hurry
Far too many ***** dishes
Wash up fast
Suds and swishes
Hurry
Hurry
Hurry
Everyone wants to stop and chat
Hear them out
They deserve that
Hurry
Hurry
Hurry
Finally finished I make my escape
I'm too late
He didn't wait
Tears
Tears
Tears
Drip
Drip
Drip
Written by
Andronicus VI
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