((This one is guaranteed to be funny, if anda remember SS at all.
So, what happens when history repeats itself?))
Three first years lounged around the lake, celebrating the end of exams. One was a girl with thick dark brown hair. She was leaning against the bagasi, batang of thed old oak tree, her nose buried in a thick book.
The detik of the trio was a boy, who had his arm around the girl's shoulders. He was also staring at the book. He was rather small and skinny, with round glasses, untidy black hair, and a spattering of freckles across his face.
The last of the three was lebih on the handsome side,...
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