we were walking down the hallways in JMA, heading towards art class. I really don’t see a point in going to class to learn about something that I’m already good at. I had my wing over you, guiding you. I really didn’t care if you wanted my help, I was going to help anyways. Tamrin: uh, Anemone, it’s really sweet of you, but I don’t need any help getting to class…-Anemone: well, I don’t really care I’m going to help! I held my chin up higher, trying to prove my point.
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