Entries "November 2005":
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
You feel the rusty old tools broiling into your skin as you pick it up. The gray paint chipping away from the locker touch your face as if ice cream was melting away as you lick it . As you head toward the desk you feel as if you just stepped into a swamp. Finally, you reach the desk and you get this irritation as if you had been writing on the board at school and the chalk gets all over your hands. The tiny steps of feet you hear makes you feel as if glass just shattered into your foot.
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Thursday, November 3, 2005
You feel the rusty old tools burning into your skin as you pick it up. The gray paint chipping away from the locker touch your face as if ice cream was melting away as you lick it on. As you head toward the desk you feel as if you just stepped into a swamp full of duck wheat all over your leg. Finally, you reach the desk and you get this sensation as if you had been writing on the chalk board at school and the chalk gets all over your hands. The tiny steps of feet you hear makes you feel as if glass just shattered into your foot.
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