Foraging

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The pencil dangled precariously. It was loosely held in place between Forsythe's upper lip and his nose. He wasn't a poor student, and no one ever caught him daydreaming, but he rarely paid attention in class, preferring to learn elsewhere. His stomach growled at him, impatiently demanding lunch. This voice was much more significant to him. As the teacher explained many different ways in which the letter "x" mingled with numbers, Forsythe received a tap on the shoulder and a note. "You and me, after school. I bet I can kick your ass. - Paul," the note read. Forsythe lifted an ey
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What would you say
If I walked away
Would you appreciate
But then it'd be too late
Because I can only take so much of your ungrateful ways
Everything is never enough
May you be spared many many more~!
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