It was a lovely day: very touching. And Blondie was looking great, all tucked in:
I danced like a maniac:
Word was, though, Miss Karple was a maniac in detention:
. . . That wasn’t cider. She had about eight of them. And then the Principal whispered something to her:
He reached for something:
Now that I think of it, what in the hell was going on?
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That pineapple cider is creeper man.
Who chaperones the chaperones?
Let me introduce you to my little friend Miss Karple…he can help with your tunnel..
That’s a pretty fortunate ratio of boys/girls in that class. Lucky you.