High School


A sink is a basin. We all know the tight feel of our guilty faces. I saw red in a beard and squeezed my thighs hard and long together. Were the last two decades high school and I'm arriving damaged and awkward to college? Fresh meat and twelve credit hours. I work part-part time. My passion hidden beneath a bun and black rimmed frames. I barely smile. But when I do!

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