Where the lilacs grow

Where the lilacs grow

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I glanced up from my wooden desk to the wall clock from across my bedroom. "Oh come on! Eleven already?" rolling my eyes at the clock, and my uncompleted homework strewed across my desk. I slowly began rise up and get ready for bed. Walking over to my antique mahogany dresser, I pulled out a pair of sweats and an oversized T-shirt. As I started to undress, I examined myself in the mirror "God, I should really start working out more." I had a petite frame, and was 5'2. Sighing, I tied my messy, long brown locks into a bun, threw the shirt on when.... Is that someone at my window?
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I glanced at my watch, fifteen minutes. I ran towards the closest train station. So many stairs. I jog down and right when I turn to dash in the actual train station floor, I run into a hard, warm surface. My bag falls down and I was just about to tell off whoever did this...until I met two dark, forest green eyes piercing me through tuffs of sandy brown hair. Class could wait a little longer...

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