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Who is this sassy lost child
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Hadn't Dorothy been on the announcements? Raina thought so, but she wasn't sure. It frustrated her, to know that she knew the answer to something but still be helpless to call up the information.

She kept her hand on Penelope's shoulder and gave Dorothy a wan smile and what she hoped was a friendly nod. She didn't really have anything to add to Penelope's explanation; all she could really think to say was to ask if Dorothy would mind moving along soon so that Raina could maneuver Penelope out of there and get back on track with gathering up books.

At least Dorothy probably wouldn't be too much of a problem if she really was concussed.

Raina glanced around for Johnny anyways, hoping that he might slip around the corner and provide a distraction or something. Figured he'd go and hide or get sidetracked looking at some book about birds or whatever he was doing. Her most reliable ally.

Depressing thought, that.

Raina casually rested her hand on her bag's half-open zipper. She had almost pulled the grenade twice now, and she was hoping that the third time wouldn't be the charm on this one.
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."

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