So you sit there, unassuming. The pencil in your hand which
is held so loosely wishes to escape. So in that aspect, you share a similarity.
Disinterest is the general attitude that can be used as a descriptor. And in
that one glorious moment when you reluctantly raised your hand, your dark blue
short rose up and exposed your mid-section. I wished that I could be a fly on
the wall watching without notice. But that behavior simply isn’t acceptable.
Maybe my current level of integration with math has waned
because of occupying thoughts of licking a bead of sweat off her abs.
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