it is a winter evening, she is pacing around, waiting for you to be ready so she can walk home with you, witch you do every day. She groans, leaning down over the table. Ugh! What is so interesting about a book called ‘A Christmas Carol’? And who cares about a person with a last name like Scrooge? she rolls her eyes. You write in your notepad ‘no one. That’s the point.’ yeah, yeah, I get it.Come on, Ozzy.Class reading isn’t THAT important. Let’s go home! I’m bored! she hissed.
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