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Joey’s Monday Morning.
The chalk scrawl on the blackboard read: Essay ~ My Weekend. So lame. Like we were 4th graders instead of juniors. If he was still so hungover he was assigning quiet work, I had no trouble guessing Mr. Halston’s favorite weekend activity! I thought about asking for a bathroom pass and splitting. Ever since that time I’d told him, loudly, exactly why I needed to “go to the ladies,” Halston didn’t have the guts to turn me down. Then I thought about what I had actually done this weekend and started writing. Let’s see if anyone really reads these things.
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Written for me-and-thee-100.livejournal challenge #292: The Trap
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