So I walk into Chemistry, expecting to get yelled at by Mr. King for not having done the homework. I go to my seat, and greet my friend Leslie-Susan. Then I start complaining about how I wanted to do a lab instead of the usual bookwork we do. So Mr. King comes in and says, "Don't unpack. We're going to L9." (which is the room we go to to do labs
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