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  <description>Erik let out a sigh and placed the quill he was writing with on the desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lifted his hand to touch the white mask that was covering half his face, really wishing he could take it off right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment that thought crossed his mind, he sprang up out of his chair. &lt;i&gt;No, don&apos;t think about...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighing again, he thought that a cup of tea would be great.</description>
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  <description>It was Monday morning, a rather cold and grey morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik sat behind his desk, waiting for his students, even though it was still very early for them. His fedora sat on the desk, next to a page of sheet music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music teacher read through the notes, lowly humming the melody he had just written last night.</description>
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  <description>The tall man lowered his fedora, and checked to make sure his Punjab lasso was at his side under his black cloack before he opened the classroom door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, if anyone tried to steal his hat, take his mask, or push their violin bow into a classmate&apos;s nose, he would use his trustworthy lasso, HE WOULD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or he would take them to the headmaster&apos;s office. Yes, being molested by the headmaster, a fate worse than death, Erik thought and shuddered.</description>
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