 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Food? FOOOOD? Man, this was the best day EVER. Norah beamed at Professor Thompson as she sat down and reached for a marshmallow. She held it up to her nose and took a deep inhale. Perfect. She looked up from her potential feast as he started the lesson. That was a whole lot of X's. Were there any creatures that were XXXXXXXXXX? Or XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX? Who got to decide how many X's one of them got, anyways? The other students had already mentioned the dangerous bit and really that was the only thing she knew, so she put her hand up instead to ask, "How do they decide how many X's it gets?" Professor Thompson had to know, he was a professor.
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