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What About You, Sage? I Know We Don't Have To Worry About You Violating The Dress Code. Did You Have Fun At Your Alchemist Spa This Weekend?

His Eyes, I’d Long Since Discovered, Could Be As Eloquent And Expressive As His Pen. The Messages They Sent Me Now Hardly Seemed Decent For A Public Setting.

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Right," I Scoffed, "alpha Yam Ergo." Adrian Nodded Solemnly. "a Very Old And Prestigious Society." "i've Never Heard Of Them," Said The Girl Who'd Claimed The First Shirt. "they Don't Let Many People In," He Said. In White Paint, He Wrote His Fake Fraternity's Initials: Aye. "isn't That What Pirates Say?" Asked One Of The Girls. "well, The Alpha Yams Have Nautical Origins," He Explained. To My Horror He Began Painting A Pirate Skeleton Riding A Motorcycle. "oh, No," I Groaned. "not The Tattoo." "it's Our Logo," He Said.

Thats Why Your Doing This? Because Lissa Told You To?