She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. Degree! degree! She smiled on a gallant of high degree. She turned and looked at the red LED of the alarm clock that read 3:55. She turned away from the doorway of the silk loom to observe. Cold drops stood upon Wood's brow, as he encountered this obstacle.
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