Honestly, my pulse is racing at 120 bpm. I’ve just gotten killed a half dozen more times. I ‘m lasting longer and longer, but for some reason, James won’t listen to me when I tell him to run (typical male).
Well at least I’m all set for my first homework due for Creative Writing: Fiction, although it’s all true. "How I Spent My Semester Break", by Susan Gibb.
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