 Help us we're a bunch of letters stuck in this box !!
Tino frowned. Why was the nurse helping Borr? Maybe she was also the fashion police? "I guess Borr needs help too?," he suggested to Daphne. "His brain?" Enough said.
"Where's Kazimazanazi's office?," Tino asked, furrowing his brow and looking both ways down the hall. He couldn't exactly recall what class the man taught. In fact he had forgotten most of last year's classes. . . it was a miracle he knew the guy was even a professor. He did, however, remember the pink cat who peed in the sand-box. Good thing he remembered the important stuff.
"Cela, your legs are wobbly," Tino pointed out, still careful not to touch either of the girls. He might break her other arm. "Cela, you're falling on the floor."
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His glass is half-empty. And it's not what he ordered. |