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 Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 7:31 am
Like Poppins, Mac couldn't stop laughing at the poem she was reciting, all because he knew what his part had been and it certainly did not fit with anything else there. At all. He clapped as loudly as he could, trying to make it echo off the walls of the scarcely populated classroom, and then nodded with a solemn sort of sagely agreement. Actually, he did like what she was saying, it was certainly something to ponder on.
"THANKS FOR THE CLASS, TEACH~" He yelled before the stage went dark. Then for a moment Mac looked thoughtful, his dark eyes on the ceiling and his fingers stretching to count some invisible list in his head. Moments later he grinned from ear to ear, announcing to everyone and no one;
"...Hey, Poppins likes my a**!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 8:33 am
Twitching lightly, Shun listened to the nonsensical poem they had all apparently put together, not all too amused. Mac and the teacher sure felt differently though, it seemed. Shaking his head, he just got up, shoved his fists into his pockets, then left finally.
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