The Late Riser

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"Willa, you're going to be late to the tour!" My mom called up to my room. I peaked my head out from under the comforter, I could smell my mom's impure diet meal from the kitchen. I tossed myself over and looked at the clock, it read 8:44, I internally cursed myself. "Coming!" I yelled back. I hopped out of bed and headed straight to my dresser, throwing on a baby blue button up shirt and khaki colored capris. I quickly brushed my hair forgetting to do the other half of my head, and put it up in a tight bun. My frizz straying out on all sides.

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 08, 2017 ⏰

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