Breakfast? Spindle glances over at his desk clock. Damn. Cafeteria isn't open for another freaking hour. Lazy slacklobs. Spindle glances over at the remains of the carrots and honnied apples he had eaten late last night. Traditional, I suppose, for Rosh Hashanah, but not very filling.Leaning back in his desk chair, Spindle continues to whittle
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