I kinda miss that crummy little art room. But not in the summer. Or in the winter. Or when there were fruit flies. Or when someone spilled the mop bucket. Or when someone didn't clean out the mop bucket. Or when Jose would creeper back there... or when I heard the dreaded SCOOF SCOOF SCOOOF.
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I kinda miss that crummy little art room. But not in the summer. Or in the winter. Or when there were fruit flies. Or when someone spilled the mop bucket. Or when someone didn't clean out the mop bucket. Or when Jose would creeper back there... or when I heard the dreaded SCOOF SCOOF SCOOOF.