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Rush Hour

I run to my next class with industrious speed, I have to make it before the bell Damn it, my car broke down the day before the deadline, what the hell I leap my body through the door, my scalp itches and my teeth hurts The teacher sees my sweat face "Why did you run here an hour early?" So he blurt Turns out I set my alarm clock back by accident, at least I'm not late, oh well.

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