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Friday, October 1, 2010

A Light Sunday

The voice of our new History teacher was amazingly beautiful.Even Heds could not remain impervious to the tranquil unconciousness forced upon us by the penultimate ennui of her recitation of the Revolt of 1857.The ultimate was still our very own Mr. Maverick.
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