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dream in august

I was back in high school and the whole time kept wondering why I was there being this age..and I had to climb a rickety ladder that was tall and narrow with a back pack dangling heavy by my side. My classmate said to hurry, hurry! I finally reached the top. There were tables with coffee cups, napkins, sweets, and a red canopy over the roof of the building. The sun was very bright, so underneath the red, everyone looked pink. I sat down relieved I had made it without falling, my back pack clutched against my heaving chest. I ordered my coffee black, still quite shaken from the climb.

And then it suddenly started raining, and the canopy sunk. All the kids jumped off the roof for no reason. I stood there thinking it must have been the caffeine.

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