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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 5:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 2:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 7:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 5:07 pm
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Clicking into a room with her wand waving everywhere, Professor Algorith held open her bag so all the books that she was waving in could soar in. She then began to speak. "Unfortunately, my dear daughter is deathly sick across the pond where she is teaching at the Mayflower Witches School in Salem. I cannot continue teaching for the term, but don't worry, I'll be back some day. Until then, my niece, Kate Ritme will be filling my position in. Now, I'm closing my class though, because Kate is not the best historian. She even might teach a different class next term." The sentence came out of the professor's mouth with a shudder. "Any ways, I hope you all have a good term or two. Depends. My daughter has...oh bother, one of those American Sicknesses. Goodbye to all." and with that, the professor clicked out of the room through her passage.
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 3:21 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 4:26 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 4:36 pm
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