I close my book, before looking over at you, poking your arm"..wil.."I slap your arm"wake the fuck up..."I smile, watching as you sit up, looking at me"..you need to get more sleep..."I pick up my book, shoving it in my bag"..anyway, are you going to the party tonight..schlatt is sick and I don't want to go by myself.."
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