Number the FliesSmile, Jennifer, use all twelve front teeth. I tell myself, berating myself for the way I had only been showing six. Twelve minimum, Jennifer, twelve, no more, no less. Don’t let them know about the maggots Jennifer, don’t let them know they’re infected. They don’t need to know, they don’t need to know, they’ll never need to know. Lunchtime - that fateful portion of the day, not even an hour, where one-third of the student populous crowds into one room. They are all too close, 746 students, though I have never counted. They don’t stay still long enough to count, always shuffling, making themselves seem like thousands. I trNumber the Flies
just a little hyper now
I like to write more than anything... including study, yes, i admit it.
errm, check it out? please? or w/e, it's all blah.
i'm going to shush now.
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