My eyes dilated at the paper in front of me. I tried to control my breathing as I felt myself hyper-focusing on the crinkle at the top of the page. This is an imminent disaster.
Why did I let him pass the paper to me? I should’ve just gotten it myself.
There’s something so beautiful about a flat, perfect sheet of paper - why would anyone want to ruin it? Honestly, the assignment is barely worth doing if the paper is wrinkled.
I attempt to refocus on the teacher’s lecture (something about poetry?) but there’s no use. The crease controls me.
Why did I let him pass the paper to me? I should’ve just gotten it myself.
There’s something so beautiful about a flat, perfect sheet of paper - why would anyone want to ruin it? Honestly, the assignment is barely worth doing if the paper is wrinkled.
I attempt to refocus on the teacher’s lecture (something about poetry?) but there’s no use. The crease controls me.
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