 Help us we're a bunch of letters stuck in this box !!
Freeman, ever the serious student-of-life, approached the front of the greenhouse with great care not to tread upon anything alive. He slipped into place by a sixth-year Griffie. Close enough to the professor to dispel criticism, but not so close as to draw attention to oneself as a brown-noser. He sat and folded his hands on the table neatly.
Maybe today wouldn't be a 'dirty' day.
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His glass is half-empty. And it's not what he ordered. |