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Lane quickly put on his uniform, making sure to use a hairband, for his long, dark locks. There was no more time to waste. Sensei was most likely buried in a pile of papers, and it was his duty to help him pull through that bureaucratic hell. He actually enjoyed the time they spent together, filling forms, as he'd occasionally get to hear Reese's manly, yet soft, soothing voice, as he sighed, when he got bored or annoyed.
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