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"Damnit! Late, LATE!" Bryson stuttered at the words. This was not good, NO! This was not good at all. He made his way into the room, muggle papers, pencils, and pens flying everywhere from his arms tight grips. Luckly, he did not trip over his own mess, or stab anyone in the eye with the vicious pencils, on his way to his desk.
Bryse threw the mess onto his desk, not caring that it was A huge mess for he liked it that way. Taking the small turn around the sharp corner of the desk he reached his chair. Oh yes, comfy, soft, non-stressing chair. And he jumped for it, literally tackling the poor creature as it flew across the room, along with himself, and sat comfully in it. Yes, very smooth. nice. Bryson scooted to the desk, wheels squeaking against the marble floor towards the redwood desk. "Alright ladies. What's on the day's agenda?" He sighed, picking up the small wooden pencil and tapped it lightly on the desk. Totally mad at himself that he WAS late, maybe no one noticed his problem. "Well?"
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If you call my name out loud, do you suppose that I would come running
Do you suppose I'd come at all.. ____________________ I suppose I would |