Sitting under a small cloud
Waiting overhead
The stage direction threatens
Exeunt...
Classroom days are over
The sun is burning bright
Summer plans now beckon
Exeunt...
He's not quite the one you thought
She left in dark of night
They've stopped their daily texting
Exeunt...
You know that they've been sick
But you simply haven't called
Afraid of checking in
Exeunt...
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