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Post by Robert Ginovaef on Jan 16, 2006 16:05:40 GMT -5
He didn't want to be here. It was far too early for a 3 hour class. Worst part was that he couldn't even listen to his own music while drawing. Robert lay his head down on his sketchbook and closed his eyes.
All he wanted was to be back at his apartment, warm in his bed, maybe wrapped in a certain someone's arms and to sleep for another 2 hours.
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