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Crushing on a straight
Tick, tock, tick, tock. Glancing for the eleventh time at the clock, you couldn't hold a deep, bored sigh. On your table, a piece of paper was laying, waiting to be collected, graded, and given back later. Having finished a test too early and now having to wait for the bel to ring was desperately dull, and you had but one wish: for it to be over already. The closer summer was getting, the longer the class days seemed to get, and the harder it was to stay focused in class. Added to that the warm...
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