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"What did you say?" I stared out the window. "What did you say, Kiwi head?"
"Wha?..." London, my "ignorant kiwi head" friend looked up at me. I frowned. "What happened?"
"Mrs. Violin is calling a suprise pop quiz."
"Wha?..."
"About Shakespear, a writer from a lot of years ago."
"Why Ari?"
"I don't know."
"Fine; get some kiwis before quiz time."
"Wha?..."
"Oh, be quiet." I looked up the board. It had said "Shakespear and-" I stopped. Mrs. Violin(yes, her name was that) had given me my paper.
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- Title: Class Of 2100
- Artist: brightheartfantic109
- Description: The Class Of 2100. MORE LATER.
- Date: 05/24/2010
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