warm, soft drips of salty joy dropped down the rosy cheeks and fell into the sky slipping into the dreams of little ones
Children scream in the hall the faint cries resounding, going in and out of our heads rebounding off our faintest conscience time crawls on like the caterpillar crossing from leaf to leaf trucks go by honking and swerving cars are like ants weaving through the trucks paper is crinkled minds are working you can almost hear their ticking people outside are waiting for people who will never show up looking at their watches, waiting in vain.
Four people just walked into the room
Four people just walked into the room Two people walked into the room Everybody is starting to write Somebody asked a question Marty answered Two people stopped to think A boy entered the room He looked for a seat He sat down Marty crumpled a piece of orange paper A person dropped her pencil She picked it up Scout ripped a piece
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