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there’s nothing to look forward to in the day, everything was lethargic. today was no exception, especially with padre millon giving us a quiz.
but if anything’s interesting, maybe my physics seat mate is. oftentimes, i catch myself taking glances at him. yes it is a boy, and yes maybe i’m gay? but fuck that, i have a quiz.
shit.
i hurriedly scribble
name: juanito pelaez
section: 11B
date:
“placiding, date today?”
he looked happy; never had i seen anyone get happy being asked what the date was.
“are you serious? G!”
i just got a date with my crush.