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Study Hall - Monday, October 17th
Sarah sits on the floor of the study hall, playing with a bunch of black lab puppies.
No, really.
And no, she's not teaching them how to kill. Although she is making them sniff a toaster and then sniff everybody who comes into the room.
Today is obviously not a low-paranoia day for her.
No, really.
And no, she's not teaching them how to kill. Although she is making them sniff a toaster and then sniff everybody who comes into the room.
Today is obviously not a low-paranoia day for her.

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Lee is so relieved that he is not a cylon, then.Lee eyes the black lab who sniffs him warily and then sits down to work on all the homework he didn't get finished this weekend because he was, um, otherwise occupied.
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because he was more in a mood to kick them anywayand took a seat toward the back of the room. The back itself was always far too crowded.no subject
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Sometime after his Hebrew test
PUPPIES! ZOMG CUTE!Draco eyes the puppies and lets one sniff his hand before sitting down in a chair. He pulls out some parchment and begins doodling. A few of them involve Potter
being tied downgetting hit on the head with a bludger.Re:
lusthate ZOMGRe:
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Hey Cam.
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Marty sits down with some large index cards and starts writing signs to help him communicate.
If anyone approaches he's probably trying very hard not to sing "Dancing Queen."
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"Something wrong, Blank?" she asks innocently.
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"Aw. I love puppies," she murmurs as she walks to where she can see Marty and Angela.
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*starts working on outline for geology paper*
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Must. Not. Try. To. Hug. Puppies. Principal has weapons.no subject
OOC: *giggles*
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*rolls up to them and bounces*
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Lay your head on my chest so you hear every beat of my heart
Now there’s nothing at all that can keep us apart
Touch my lips, close your eyes and see with your fingertips
Things that you do, and you know I’m crazy ’bout you
Kisses of fire, burning, burning
I’m at the point of no returning
Kisses of fire, sweet devotions
Caught in a land-slide of emotions
I’ve had my share of love affairs but they were nothing compared to this
Oh, I’m riding higher than the sky and there is fire in every kiss
Kisses of fire
Kisses of fire
When you sleep by my side I feel safe and I know I belong
Still it’s making me scared that my love is so strong
Losing you is a nightmare fate and to me it’s new
Never before did you see me begging for more
Kisses of fire, burning, burning
I’m at the point of no returning
Kisses of fire, sweet devotions
Caught in a land-slide of emotions
I’ve had my share of love affairs but they were nothing compared to this
Oh, I’m riding higher than the sky and there is fire in every kiss
Kisses of fire
Kisses of fire
Kisses of fire, burning, burning
I’m at the point of no returning
Kisses of fire, sweet devotions
Caught in a land-slide of emotions
Kisses of fire, burning, burning
(I’m at the point of no returning)
Kisses of fire, sweet devotions
I’m riding higher than the sky and there is fire in every kiss
(caught in a land-slide of emotions)
Kisses of fire, burning, burning
I’m at the point of no returning
Kisses of fire, sweet devotions
Caught in a land-slide of emotions
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*stares at the puppies*
*doesn't think they're cute*
*doesn't want to tickle their bellies*
TEH PUPPIEZ!
"Sorry, Mom. Couldn't resist. I heard rumors that you were being attacked by Teh Cyootness, and I had to see for myself."
He squats down as one of the fewoshus puppies toddle over and proceeds to puppygnaw on John's hand.
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Squee! Look at that rolypoly little one trying to eat my bootlaces! *flails with restraint and discipline*""Re: TEH PUPPIEZ!