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Screamer, Screamer, He's a Dreamer
((I am terrible and sorry and will get out of your hair now))

"Oh, good! Yeah, the newer one wasn't as good." Henry smiled. Noah was cool, he was funny and, apparently, liked good movies!

As the presentation started up, describing the history of horror, examples of icons of the genre and classic tools used, Henry found himself distracted by a strange and unpleasant sensation in his face.

Then, Henry's nose began to drip blood. This happened sometimes, especially because of dry weather and his slight allergy to some sort of airborne particle that occasionally popped up. Inconvenient, but not a big deal.

Also it didn't mean he was aroused. That'd be awkward.

The teacher noticed Henry's nose dripping blood almost as soon as he did, and she sent him, reluctant though he was, off to the nurse. Henry sighed and stood up melancholically from his chair. Stupid random minor medical syndromes, making him miss class.

Darn.

((Henry Spencer concluded in The Sun Sets))