glances ; pjm

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i know of the little things you do:
the way you tap your pencil on your desk in a rhythmic pattern
when you're thinking up answers
as if listening to your favorite song;
the way you break you pencil lead on purpose,
just to sharpen it again for a better point;
the way you stare out the window,
but never at me.

- the boy in the back of the room