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3rd Floor

I wake up and don’t even know what time it is anymore.

Rephrase what you said!
There’s three floors.

That’s awful,
everyone is pissed.

Ask him to study . . .
. . .I’m doing alright.

That’s your answer:
“Des beaux petits minous.”

I just wrote that really quickly;
we need to make that.

-10.17.16

Author:

Trying to find the right words.

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