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Damarcus was in the staff room, having a cup of coffee. Thinking about what just happen. Maybe he should of sticked around with the boy. He was feeling pretty bad. But yet he was feeling good. Love was sure to to express. Since he's not used to it. ot even his mother and father showed him love. They just tell him to study, study and study some more. Maybe he'll go easy on him and forget about the Van Gogh thing or make the test really easy. He sighed and rubbbed his eyes. "This is going to be a long year." he thought.
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