Stress

June 15, 2009
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I step into the drab room, as sweat decants from my apocrine gland. Trepidation ices over my veins as my pencil trips and stumbles on the sheet of paper in front of my sleep-encrusted eyelids.

“Good luck”, a nomadic voice mutters as it is blown away by October’s breeze. I gaze at the piece of loose-leaf fate in front of me and stare among others to see how I could strike gold in one class period





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