 FEE FII FOOO FONA!
He fought it for as long as he could, but conciousness was persistant if nothing else. Mark groaned into his pillow, shifting to peer about the room. His eyes fell on the open folder witha sigh as he peeled himself off the bed. Granger. He rubbed his eyes, thinking it over. He'd better get started. Once he was dressed and clean, he set off, making his way quickly to her rooms. If he hurried, he might catch her before class.
Settling awkwardly, Mark knocked on Ana's door.
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