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Post by Jacob on Dec 30, 2007 0:50:58 GMT -5
Millie Driver was writing about a little girl in a toy store - an odd assignment. He really didn't care much for English class, but grades were nice, he reasoned, and wrote a few lines about pastel pinks and puffy dresses - the sort of thing he assumed little girls enjoyed. Occassionally, he would glance at the clock, eager to get out of his last class for the day. His fellow students had already begun packing their pencils and books away, so Millie decided to do the same. The teacher, a plain woman named Charlize Carlton, dismissed them early as she noticed. It was, after all, Friday, so Millie assumed she had somewhere to be. Probably not a date though, he thought with a sadistic inside cackle. But then again, Millie himself hadn't landed a date in many months. He tried to ignore this and the rising feeling of disappointment in himself and his dating abilities, and steered his vans-clad feet towards the bus stop.
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