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Blossom [ #PlanetOrPlastic ]
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[...]Stepping off the bus, a girl brushes past us. In her hand: A plastic cup. The plastic straw trapped between her pink lips. The eyes are glued to her phone.
"Third most common used material for phone cases: plastic.", Audney whispers noticing my gaze.
Looking at my school supplies in class, I get a sinking feeling in my stomach. Plastic folder for math. Plastic pen and ruler. I close the bag. The buckles are made of plastic. [...]
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