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I walk through campus wearing black leggings and those faded, leather boots. I’m even wearing an infinity scarf I bought full price at Anthropologie and a pair of tiger-striped cat eye sunglasses. **** I look good. On top of it, I’m smoking a Parliament menthol, my red-lined lips whipping smoke into the dead air, creating a grey cloud that some would call cancerous and others, **** But no one notices me, and, candidly, I am okay with that because I notice me, and I am a big red dance button that demands to be pushed. So, I push myself and groove down the brown brick road all the way to classroom 114 in the science building.
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Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 3:42 PM UTC
To class
I walk through campus wearing black leggings and those faded, leather boots. I’m even wearing an infinity scarf I bought full price at Anthropologie and a pair of tiger-striped cat eye sunglasses. **** I look good. On top of it, I’m smoking a Parliament menthol, my red-lined lips whipping smoke into the dead air, creating a grey cloud that some would call cancerous and others, **** But no one notices me, and, candidly, I am okay with that because I notice me, and I am a big red dance button that demands to be pushed. So, I push myself and groove down the brown brick road all the way to classroom 114 in the science building.
KingPanda
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Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 3:42 PM UTC
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