Perched, erect, hardcover in hand. Jean jacket on, despite the 90s trend dying eons ago. Facing the teen greenhorn and the shaven, foolish tutor. Eyeing privately.
In front of them, spitting at her mother over the phone. RE Partridge. Rear the head. The iPod again. Material sniping. Bratty, "Well I did do it! So,"
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