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The floor

The good ol’ bookmark came rushing towards me. I had fallen directly on top of it. I hate how everything reminds me of the bad things in life.

Thin mints for breakfast. Not because my parents let me eat them this much or anything, but because no one else was in the house. Ahh, might as well finish classy. I chugged the remainder of my hansens.

Okay, so its saturday: What am I going to do?

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