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Kaytee Bee Kaytee wondered what the professor was doing when she leaned out of the classroom. She looked at Lola and whispered, "What do you think is going on?"
"I don't know," Lola's voice was tinted with hesitancy. This whole affair had put her in an immensely mordbid mood, only wishing for her black Barcelona lace shawl to adorn her plain uniform. Her eyes glowed edgily as she scrawled the facts in her messiest, quickest script, riddling them with ink blotts and completely demeaning them before her immaculate former notes.
"But it might just go into my memoirs," she mumbled.