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Jeremy walked slowly down the halls of the Academy. It was obvious he was dragging his feet to his next class even though the bell was about to ring. The Baphomet knew he had to make it to class, his newly adopted dad told him so, but it was hard to put forth the effort every day. It had already been almost a month since Jeremy started down this path of reformation and it was getting tiring. A month was a long time for a Freshling, after all.
There was nothing to look forward to in the class coming up either. It was just a boring Language Arts class. It's not that Jeremy hated to read, he just hated to be told to read. It took a lot of effort from his dad to force him to read the required text each night.
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