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Glass. Now she was going to polish some glass. She tried to think of something else to clean besides windows and fancy doors. Tanner wanted to make every part of the room clean, not just the obvious parts. Wasn't that what the teacher said?
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Or something? Something like that, right? Now time to find something to clean.
She saw some glasses, and thought for a moment about cleaning those. That seemed like an idea less likely to be cool and helpful, and more likely to be dangerous and backfire horribly. Cleaning things near people's eyes almost never worked. Windows it was.
Walking over to said windows, she stood in front and looked at the dusty glass. Vitrumonia. Okay. One and a two and...
"Vitrumonia." The glass looked a little more polished, but not in the way the professor was asking for. The eleven year old sighed. She hated it when things went wrong. Okay, one more time! And with feeling? Probably with feeling.
"Vitrumonia." The glass still did not look as shiny and polished as the professor wanted it to be. Stupid glass. Couldn't ya learn to work with a person? |