"Chemicals class?", A teacher walks in snidely looking at the class, "This is not a matchmaking class! This is a class in which chemicals will be the only things combining! So no hand holding! Kissing, winking or other wise! "
"i dont slay i slaughter, luke i am your father..." ~fatherfig
I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
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