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Lysander noticed the familiar face by the park bench. It was man he was fighting with the other night. The left flank fighter. There was a bright smile as he approached the other, the book in his hands.
"Sir Derrick." Lysander yelled, scaring the geese away. "I have retrieved the book of modern language." He said as he raised the Understanding Your Teenager. "Wassup bro." Lysander said with a smirk.








