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The volume of competitive passion that I have to make our interrelation last Your kinetics grant me to gasp Why year after year must I sit front row of your class? I ask Graduated 5 twelve months ago Yet I take notes Do the math Love is one of those classes that you’ll never pass Scribble, raise your hand, preparedness, detentions, study her scriptures Competitive passion Compassion the principle is, is that the best teacher is the best student
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DamareMcElmore
Ghanaian
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Written by
DamareMcElmore
Ghanaian
Published
Dec 28, 2022
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