Warren grinned, accepted both, and opened the box, admiring. "Why, thank you, Fannie. I'm going around to check up on the competition this week -- any messages of condolences you'd like me to pass along while I'm at it?"
Larry headed down the hall towards his locker, contemplating homecoming.
He'd been disappointed to learn his candidate of choice wasn't even on the ballet anymore. Still, he hoped he'd get to be King. It was a lot of prestige.
He noticed that smart kid coming over with some sort of clipboard in hand, and folded his arms making the disinterested jock look.
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She just knew that she was going to win.
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Inside the box was a new gadget- ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rio_PMP300 )
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He'd been disappointed to learn his candidate of choice wasn't even on the ballet anymore. Still, he hoped he'd get to be King. It was a lot of prestige.
He noticed that smart kid coming over with some sort of clipboard in hand, and folded his arms making the disinterested jock look.
"What do you want, Mears?"
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He grinned at the thought of 'under him'. Oh, wouldn't he have loved to have his candidate of choice under him. But alas, it wasn't to be.
"Ah, I don't know. Cordelia, I guess. She looks hot in-and-out of most dresses, from what I've heard."
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