Room 229, Tuesday Afternoon

Gert wasn't a big fan of Public Speaking class - well, class in general, really, but especially that one. So as soon as class was over, she made her way right back to her room and flopped down in her desk chair, where Old Lace promptly headed over to be petted.

Gert gave in, because she was a nice dinosaur owner like that, and then since petting Old Lace meant she really only had the use of one arm, she picked up a book with her free hand and started reading it. This position was probably going to get really uncomfortable fast, but you try choosing between a cuddly dinosaur and a good book. Couldn't be done.

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