Damien walks in 10 minutes late to class. He's got a cut on his cheek and he's slung his leather jacket over his shoulder as if he has no cares in the world. The History teacher, Mr. Brown, looks at him warily You're late. Do I even want to ask? Damien answers with a secretive smile but says nothing Well, go sit down then, Mr. Brown says, pointing at the only open seat left, the one right next to you.
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