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Some Days
Some days I don't care.
Some days I don't mind who is looking over my shoulder to read the words I write.
I may seem defiant when I look them in the eyes, but that's not it.
I just don't care to smile apologetically, glance down at my weak fingernails and, after allowing a sufficient amount of time to pass, slide my words under a textbook.
Some days though, I do care. And my words are slid.
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go cubs!
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