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By Anonymous
Fingernails tap restlessly.
What time is it?
It is late.
Weight shifts from one foot,
to the other.
Later.
A deep breath.
A glance.
Very late.
Time passes.
Too late.
Silence.
This piece has also been published in Teen Ink's monthly print magazine.
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