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Start with my toes:
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They’re restless with last Friday.
In a few short days [ long pants ] mentioned; short days.
I’ll escape for two [ count them, two ] free months!

Translation: It’s the 30th of May. My last of school.
I gulp down numerous cans of anticipation.

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Move to my fingers:
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He stresses the point through tight lips, throat coated with newly swallowed icing, waving his hands in mock exaggeration.
“Can I go HOME?” he shouts, he gasps, “I keep CUTTING myself!”
Laughing, because it’s just more humorous when you’re there, we stuffed our mouths with loud feigned hunger, amused and quoting bad movies. Unfortunately, Patty K's coffee cuts did not win him a ticket home.
“FINE! I’ll just go draw boobs on the etch-a-sketch!”
“Go ahead! They always turn out square!”

Sometimes, I think I’m going to miss that place.

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Check my vision:
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--Recently acquired knowledge:
When attempting the normal, don’t hold your breath.

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Glide by eyes
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The five of us on the light rail
Her fingers let fall rise release catch of her broken butterfly
He aggressively finds the correct words for a shown up ex.
We tire by leaving behind bad music and good art.
We’re timeless aren’t we?

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Note ruined eyebrow?
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