Library; Monday [ 03/16 ].

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Cal had consider just skipping out on the whole going in and opening the library thing today. He'd also considered, once he got there, just hiding under the desk, so he could at least say he was there, but he'd be safe from having to deal with anything from the weekend. It was a library; it wasn't hard to figure out. People could manage without him.

He decided that maybe he could pretend it didn't exist, to a certain degree, with left him just sitting at the desk, face buried in his hands. The thing was that he couldn't completely dismiss the whole thing as a really bad dream because there was freaking evidence. A ton of candy, some socks and ribbons, and, of all things, a jar. Socks and ribbons and candy could easily be explained away, but it was kind of hard to rationalize having stolen someone else's jar with a paper heart in it.

Which in itself would be fascinating if it wasn't stolen property from him running around all weekend.

As a little girl.

A princess, no less.

Cal let out a groan. Just shoot him now.

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First Period -- 03/16.

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Yup. Still face firmly in his hands.