Ɖ ε м α я ϲ υ ѕ С ℓ у d ε Ϝ ℓ ε τ ϲ Ћ ε яX X X X X✖Scarlet your eyes, cover your face
If I could dance, or stay in this place
I would be King and you would be mine
I would be day and you would be timeDemarcus hurried around the Home Economics room cheerily, humming a tune as he went along. A sweet scent was wafting from an oven, filling the room. He placed some dishes and bowls away in the appropriate cupboards, already having washed and dried them. He figured that since his class wasn't for another couple hours, he'd bake something for a few of the teachers.
The was a small 'ding!' as a timer went off. Demarcus donned a pair of oven mitts, cracking open the oven door. Peeking inside, a wave of heat blasted upwards into his face. He smiled, opening it all the way, then took out two trays of cookies. "Ahh, parfait!" he chuckled, setting them on a couple cooling racks. Good. Just to let them cool for ten or fifteen minutes.
In the meantime, Demarcus busied himself with making sure his classroom was in order. Half of it was filled with separate mini kitchens, and the other half had large tables with seats scooted into them. His desk was in the very back corner, already filled with picture frames and small knick knacks of his. The time elapsed quickly, and he went to check the cookies again, finding them just the right temperature. He scooped them off the tray, and into a large container. Checking to make sure everything was in order, he then left the classroom, wondering which teacher he should visit first...
Apple Pie or Apple seed,
All the mouths that I must feed
Cold sheets or tumbleweed
All the ones that I must need
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