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Ananda had an idea.
Sometimes that was good, and sometimes that was bad, but in this case, she assumed that it would be harmless.
When she had been walking in the halls she had picked up an invitation to a party...and being curious about what some of the students here were like, she decided to go ahead and check it out.
*Sometimes* she thought *looking 17 can be a benefit.* More often than not, it was a hinderance.
So, dressed in casual clothes, she knocked on room 1217, and ran a hand through her hair.
*Unless one of my students went to the trouble of finding a picture of me, I should probably fit in.* She smiled as the door began to open. |
