Yamada-sensei lounged up in the bleachers at the side of the large room, eyes fixed to look over the assortment of papers attached to his clipboard. The elongated pool in the center rippled, casting serpentine lights to slither along the walls and ceiling. Patiently he waited for his students to emerge from the lockers in their swimsuits, though he
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"Not having the best week?"
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The name was on the list, at least. Whether he showed up or not couldn't be determined. "As for the old toad, I haven't had to deal with him."
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The others lacked interest, she didn't even know either of them! Some freak teacher who paints himself blue to match his job and a crummy teachers pet... If she had whiskers, they'd twitch.
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"Understood," Yamada mumbled.
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