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"Cafeteria Food" by forestfleet
Chris burst through the door. "I've got a job!" he shouted. Starry, the blue lupe, sipped tea while she sat behind the small green coffee table. "I suppose anyone can get a job these days." Redwhisper, the red Scorchio, looked over from his stone chair. "Cool. What's the job?" "Your Neoschool teacher, teaching Science." "And now you lost me!" "What?" Chris asked, shaking his head. "Back during the Fall of Faerieland I was making healing potions! Ones that weren't particularly potent, but I digress." "Look," Starry said. "It has nothing to do with a lack of ability to make potions, to teach, et cetera- It's that you're saying it's at school. Our school." Chris sat down on an orange, hovering Virtupets bed. Slowly, he nodded. "You're right. That'd be terrible." "Thank you!" Starry sighed. "But I am a terrible person. School starts in two weeks. See you then." Starry bit her lower lip. The Scorchio shot a concerned glance at her, and she returned a nervous smile.

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