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e the JAG met, the
same scenario with another girls' track team repeated itself.
I conveniently lost my Algebra notes again. "Must be something
Freudian, Mr. Wessel! Maybe Algebra affects my id, or something."
I made my way to the Viewing Room, wishing that I were able to come
up with another excuse for getting Old Lady Fennelworth to let me out of
her class early. The one girl I really wanted to see again was Mattie,
still out on stage, I figured, rehearsing Sakura's lines in the current play
production
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