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Great Scott! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not just any whore, but *the* whore—like, the idea of it, ya know? Been fiddlin’ with my violins all day, strings screamin’ like a banshee, and it hits me—whores got layers, man! Like in *Dogville*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Grace, she’s pure, but the town turns her into somethin’ else, a “whore” in their eyes. “You’re a whore, Grace,” they’d sneer, and I’m like, damn, that’s cold!

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Hermione's closed inkwell fell to the floor with a clatter, but did not break. Professor Flitwick was working at his desk, not paying a bit of.

But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss, and he’s not happy. Apparently, I forgot to post about the café on social media. Ugh, I’m so bad at this sometimes! I’m like, “Chill, I’ll do it now!” But I’m in the middle of a scone, so I’m trying to type with one hand. It’s a mess.

Lower school closed in Flitwick after boiler packs up with pupils emailed work