 ::squawks:: Rhinestone Ravvie
Trism made his way into the room carrying his lunch bag. He paused looking at the brains and the way they were sloshing around in the bin. He scratched his nose wit his thumb and then walked over and made himself comfortable at his desk.
A small picture of three fellows, one of which was caught in a head lock, sat on his desk. Two of the men smiled and waved up at him. The boy in the headlock looked like he wanted to spit on his brother’s foot. Trism chuckled a little remembering the day his mom took that of him and his brothers. He shifted through the notes on his desk then realized Someone was staring at the back of his head.
"Greetings!" He flashed the lady a smile.
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