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firstclasswings.livejournal.com[ The library's nice and quiet. Good place to go and clear one's head. Or alternatively, a good place to catch up on all the homework he's behind on. He's found a desk near a window, and the desk is littered with notes and open textbooks. Recipes. Odd class topic.
And English is tough, sheesh. Not speaking it, he's got that covered, but writing it's another story. Trying to remember where proper punctuation goes, spelling oh man spelling. Like this word right here. The one in his text book that he's been staring at for the past ten minutes just trying to figure out how to pronounce. What the heck is cay-- ... cay-enne? ]
And English is tough, sheesh. Not speaking it, he's got that covered, but writing it's another story. Trying to remember where proper punctuation goes, spelling oh man spelling. Like this word right here. The one in his text book that he's been staring at for the past ten minutes just trying to figure out how to pronounce. What the heck is cay-- ... cay-enne? ]