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“That’s… A good idea,” She admitted, lowering her arm away from the lock and looking towards him with an embarrassed half-smile. “Whatever, I’ll just ask her tomorrow– what’s up?”
“I got you,” he said with a laugh,"most people don't know about it but the same thing happens to me every year." He raised up a large stack of papers so she could see them,”just working on debate stuff. No one had bothered to make hard copies of the case file yet so I decided just to do it.” He actually didn’t have anything better to do with his time but he didn’t say that.Â












