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Off The Dome My stomach flutters,
shudders at the thought of my inevitable fate.
I hate to wait for it.
The minutes pass bit by bit.
Small seconds like butterflies lazily flow on a breeze.
I freeze as I catch a whiff of her perfume, and watch her fix her raised lapel.
Dang, why did my dumb ass teacher have to call and tell?
Oh well, I wonder if she will notice that I have extra clothes on?
Man I know this one is going to hurt to the bone.
Uh-Oh moms home.
