There's an advanced math class, listlessly stabbing at pieces of cake, morose and teacherless.
There's a stack of newspapers, piled up on an otherwise abandoned table in a dining hall, getting another day's edition tossed dejectedly on top of it.
There's a folded page torn out of a newpaper, stuck inside a faded jeans' back pocket.
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Thanks you!
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(sighs at notes for the reunion)
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Although you could have cut it here, I hope you continue with this because your characterizations of Scott and John were excellent here. :-)
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Well, I want to at least wrap it up with some kind of reunion scene :)
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Oh yes, John needs to feel wanted.
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The opening letters were a masterstroke and the atmosphere of both the school and the town square were very vivid.
Well done.
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I'm glad you approve!
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