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the smell of burnt toast and cigarette smoke greets me with an acrid embrace i drag my brain dead carcass up the long flight of stairs fifteen minutes late for class open the door to psych get kicked in the face rather inharmoniously by a large, hairy eyeball some blue-toothed ********* is in my seat i plop down next to shareef instead turn my desk into a bed sleep.
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Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 11:05 AM UTC
goodnight, monday morning.
the smell of burnt toast and cigarette smoke greets me with an acrid embrace i drag my brain dead carcass up the long flight of stairs fifteen minutes late for class open the door to psych get kicked in the face rather inharmoniously by a large, hairy eyeball some blue-toothed ********* is in my seat i plop down next to shareef instead turn my desk into a bed sleep.
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Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 11:05 AM UTC
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