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Looking back at the clock I see it's only eight and I let out a sigh leaning my head on Bender's shoulder since he's moved two seats down to sit next to me

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Looking back at the clock I see it's only eight and I let out a sigh leaning my head on Bender's shoulder since he's moved two seats down to sit next to me. Looking at his shoe on fire I look round for my jacket. Bender must have knew what I was looking for as when I look back to him he's holding a cigarette between his fingers. Giving him a small smile I pluck it from his hand and lean forward lighting it on his shoe before patting the fire out. Leaning back in my seat I let my eyes wander over the rest of the group. Claire like the air head she is, is just staring off into the distance. Andrew is playing with the strings of his sweater. Brian... ahhh well Brian's playing with something else while staring at Claire. Ew. Turning round fully I see Allison wrapping a piece of string round her finger causing it to turn purple and I whistle to get her attention. She looks up at me and I give her a look of disapproval, she does this a lot you see, and she smiles sheepishly before removing the string.

Out the corner of my eye I see Bender's arms flailing so I turn to look at him playing air guitar and I hold in a small giggle.

Crumpling a piece of paper I throw it at Andrew's head. He turns round ready to shout but I point at it and signal for him to throw it back and so he does which leads us into a game of catch for the next half hour.

Eventually though Bender catches the paper before I can and he throws it to the back of the room before pulling my chair closer to his and resting his head on my shoulder before silently falling asleep. Scanning the room I see everyone else is going to sleep, including Andrew who gave up with me and had turned round resting his head on the table.

With a sigh I rest my head on Bender's head and slowly fall into a sleep myself.

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Sorry it's short.

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