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It was a hard day at the office.
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| It's really fucking cold in my room.
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| My speculations were true. Mrs. Thiel showed my poem to Mr.
Gilmore. And he talked to me about it. I guess it dealt
with drugs and death. He didn't care about the drugs, but the
death he did. Guess he wanted to make sure I wasn't going to kill
myself. Which I won't. But I appreciate the thought.
I totally thought he was gonna talk about college. I was
surprised. No suicide for this guy. Not in the near future
anyway.
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| I was Spiderman/Peter Parker today. Or Peter
Parker/Spiderman. Depends on which way you looked at me
really. It was fun though. Kinda sorta. Yesterday, I
wrote a poem on my math homework that I didn't think I was going to
turn in. And then I turned it in today. With the
poem. I think Chelsey and Ashley read it. I wonder if Mrs.
Thiel will read it and grow worried over my warped mind. Oh
well. I guess she kinda has reason to worry. It is pretty
warped.
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