doodling in class never gets old. but a bad thing is that i don't learn a thing in class that day. except the way i train my reflexes to hide my stuff as the professor hovers nearby...
you can smell the burn of ink. on paper, of course. and the overwhelming magnetic scent of it. where you can pretend to get high... off life! and drawing.
where's Doodle 101?! i wana sign up!
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