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PRISONERS OF OURSELVES

PRISONERS OF OURSELVES

  

          Something about Fridays make it so busy. Lancelot and Leonard waited on their beds,preparing for school,as usual the room was quite, the only sound one could hear was the gentle sound that Leo's brush made as it passed through his short hair, almost touching his scalp. Lance broke the silence.

     "Why haven't you submit the written composition? Leo moved to the big mirror hanging on the Wall and arranged his buttons carefully.

          " I know you haven't submitted yours too" He turns to face Lance

           "Why are you asking when you don't even care?"

          " I'm only asking because I know you've written it,just submit it to the Teacher. " Lance gets up and leaves the room,before leaving he says,

              "I know you've written

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