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Kyle's first few classes had gone...well, about as well as could be expected. He did fine until they asked him to write things down, and then he'd failed most of his pretests. He was feeling pretty down, about himself, school, the universe... Which clearly meant it was time for a well-deserved smoke break.He spotted Meka while on his prowl for a comfy, shaded place, and his bad mood all but disappeared. He grinned and flopped down beside her, trying not to jostle her sketchbook with his wild elbows. He lit a cigarette gracelessly, took a long drag, and then finally beamed at her. "What's up, buttercup?"
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