HALAAA!!!! IDK if I'll continue reading this!! OMG
"Then Mr. Strane’s knee touches my bare thigh, right below the hemline
of my skirt. With his eyes still on the poem and the tip of his pen following
the lines, his knee nestles against me. I freeze, possum-dead. At the seminar table, nine heads bowin concentration. Out the window, a red balloonhangs limp from a tree limb."
— May 06, 2023 02:53AM
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