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Post by Professer Adrienne Calrene on Aug 29, 2007 18:07:29 GMT -5
Her first class with the younger group. She was exicted. Puffapods she wrote on the bored, waiting. SHe had picked them because they were fun, in a sence. When dropped, they brust into flowers. She Began srcibbling in her gradebook. "Today Puffapods." She wrote redipped her quill into the ink. "Grades One thru three" 'Hmmm....' she sighed. Was she forgetting anything? She didn't think so. She stood up and waited for the students to come.
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