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Carmen really had an itch to leave, she was about to when she heard a subsitute teacher at the door. d*mn. This type of thing always happened when she wanted to embrace her rebellious side. Usually, that is.
Carmen let out a little sigh as she waited for someone to answer the substitute. Chemistry was far from her favorite subject, and she could care less about what chemicals mixed with what. What ph (that's right, isn't it) levels some substances had.
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