Clover added herself in as we all talked during lunch hour for us.
“Really? This is worth thirty percent of the final grade. You can’t be slacking off like this, Seiya.” She told me.
“I know. It’s not that I’m being lazy. I’m just not sure what would be school-appropriate.” I explained. “By that, I don’t mean me dropping a ton of F-bombs, but rather if my ‘format’ of art would be acceptable.” I threw in air quotes to emphasize my doubts.
“You should ask the teacher if it’s okay if I’m thinking what you’re thinking.” Clover said.
Oh, you know what I was thinking.
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