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Diary
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Ongoing, First published Feb 07, 2015
I'm in the library now supposedly studying... sshh

We had a supply in for math today, she was an old lady with tiny circle glasses like Harry Potter
and that old lady smell. We also had a supply teacher for drama, she was overly cheerful for a Monday.                                  

I suck at curling every time I try and throw the rock I slip and fall and die and lie on the ice waiting for god to take me away from this getto curling place that reeks of old people. 
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I was jumping around and some biotch was like 

"Umm, can you not touch me?" The girl asked in the sassiest, nasieliest tone ever. 

"Yeah! Sure!" I smiled at her and right after I ran my hand down her arm. 


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juli
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