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By Anonymous
Algebra
The floor is getting
thinner every time he
walks back and forth.
I am sitting in the front row
and I
have a fear of falling in
the pit
he has created by shuffling
from one end of the chalkboard
to the other.
by Anon., Merrimack, NH
This piece has also been published in Teen Ink's monthly print magazine.
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