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one of these days you'll get to class and look for me. but you won't be concerned that I'm not there. until our teacher behind to speak with tears in her eyes. and tells everyone I died. you probably wouldn't believe it because I've been better lately. but then you'll realize that I was the best at lies.
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC
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one of these days you'll get to class and look for me. but you won't be concerned that I'm not there. until our teacher behind to speak with tears in her eyes. and tells everyone I died. you probably wouldn't believe it because I've been better lately. but then you'll realize that I was the best at lies.
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC
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