Study
The library.
Studying.
Hot.
Smells like warm bodies and decaying books.
Math final soon.
Stressed to understand all of the material.
Book.
Pencil.
Laptop.
Equations.
More equations.
Four hours pass, yet stuck in a viscous substance.
Heading nowhere.
In the morning.
Math final.
Did studying pay off.
Good luck.
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