It's never safe for us, not even in the evening

I would just like to write and write and write. If only you would read these words. Everything is so obvious, really. And everything just floats on, really. Only eight weeks of school left. Which means only eight more weeks with you. What a relief. What a drag? Well, you sure aren't a drag. You're more like a bonus. Like I said, if only you would read these words. Then, maybe I would get my bonus on time.   

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