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Zuelly, the theater arts teacher, is directing the Summer musical Bye, Bye, Birdie.

I'm worried how the backstage dynamics are going to change. See, Zuelly has a backstage manager, Ryan, and Ryan doesn't tell anyone anything. I hate being kept in the prepetual darkness. And Ryan has an apprentice, who doesn't tell anyone anything either.

Bascicaly, it's high school where no one tells anyone anything, and it's chock full of hatered and jelousy. I don't want that to happen to the community theater group, since it's prettu much my social activity of the season.

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So, ship2shore, what kind of candy bars do you want?

And is your old email account good?

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There is seriously somthing wrong with the fact that I'm writting a flash paper... it's not even an essay, just one page of wide ruled paper... and I'm not only using the words "succubi" and "incubi", but I'm also using the words "sexual congress."

It's a report on The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candel in the Dark by Carl Sagan. The streach I'm on right now deals with aliens, and more specificaly alien abductions.

But still, "sexual congress!"