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i. broken clocks

- all that i've got, pieces and pages
talkin' a lot, sorry I'm faded.

- sza.

- sza

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࿐ SHE tapped her pencil up against the wooden desk in boredom while he teacher , mrs

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SHE tapped her pencil up against the wooden desk in boredom while he teacher , mrs. smith carried on and on with her never ending lecture. the women hummed along to her music in her airpods until she heard the loud ringing of the last bell of the day.

"and before we end this class I would just like to let y'all know that the essay is due tomorrow, so make sure that's turned in by midnight, or that ass is grass" the professor mrs. smith notified the students that filled her college classroom as they pushed and shoved each other to get out of the classroom.

"I'm letting y'all know this now , push me and we fightin" chianti warned, making her way out of the classroom and into the hallway,  and to the parking lot where he her matte brown heel sat nicely parked.

she sighed lowly as she prepared herself before she got in her car and started it , hearing her car engine roar and jay z's 4:44 album play made her heart smile, she then backed out of her parking spot and made her way home as the bass from the album beat bumped threw her car.

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