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hahaha.
in fourth grade during foursquare we'd got a jump rope in there and if the server yelled "jump" you had to jump and keep the ball going. it got stopped after a week or two and everyone was going back to class bruised.
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fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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