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Nov 2 · 3 min read
You stumbled into class with your drink in hand, which has played its part in making you late. ‘Snoozing’ your alarm eleven times was the most significant part of it. Yet, you made it there, a little late, but there nonetheless. The top of your desk is so cold it chills your arms as goosebumps travel up them. You turn to talk to the one person in class you care for, and they are staring at a page with a highlighter in hand. Their eyes are locked in like a peregrine falcon diving down for its prey. Your eyes are like a cat when they look in a mirror for the first time. Your head does a casual swivel to scan everyone else in the classroom. Your…

