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It wasn't Halloween anymore but somehow, Blaise was sure Mr. Kitridge hadn't gotten the message. Poor guy, just look how all out he'd gone. Vampire dolls, blood on the floor, creepy drumming. Now he'd have to go and think up something completely different for next year.
The calendar is your friend, Sir.
Deciding he wouldn't be the guy to tell him, Blaise simply took a seat on one of the bean bag chairs. Oh look, another Professor was here for the club. You'd think being his colleague HE would tell him how off his dates were but maybe...just maybe...he didn't know either.
Weird....
__________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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