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Jun 2018
I am expected to go to school & do well.
I am expected to get outside & breathe grassy summer air.
I am expected to get over what you did; you expect that from me…

Well, I will as soon as I tell on you - you see, the joy is in the unexpected.
Written by
Ksenia  F/Ottawa
(F/Ottawa)   
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   Barker
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