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 Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 2:10 pm
"...." That was a tough question. He wasn't emotionally set on doing things, though he knew it was important. However that didn't make it much more interesting, and if he really had to he was pretty sure he could remember enough to pass. He just probably wouldn't get an A. A 'B' at best probably.
"I dunno, whatcha got in mind?" He asked, staring at his books as though he expected a zombie army to come crawling out of them. "I mean I'm pretty sure I can barf up a poetry dissection in my sleep. I'm stuck with Windbag, you know the one. Mr. "Everything is a symbol for something else"?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 5:58 pm
Paris smiled a teeny, tiny smile that said he had plenty of things in mind but wasn't about to reveal his thoughts so easily. He stayed in his chair a little while longer, packed up and ready to go and bursting with an energy that had been stifled by his long hours in the library.
"That depends on your intentions," he answered, lifting a hand to play with a curl of hair, "and what you're in to."
His enthusiasm for anything pertaining to school had fizzled out long ago, but Paris thought he could scrounge up a scrap of interest for one of his classmates. Spending the rest of his evening pursuing activities less dull and more riveting than math problems or poetry would be well worth the failing grade he got on his homework assignment.
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