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The professor’s voice echoed dully around the room, sweeping tunelessly over the heads of 70 tired and uninterested students. The sky outside was grey and miserable, mirroring the mood of the room, bar for one girl – Jo.

She was sat in the middle of a row, halfway up the tiered seating, and was radiating her good mood. Her long brown hair, fell in curls over her shoulders, and seemed to shine under the incandescent lights of the hall. The professor glanced up and caught sight of her, she wore a cheerful grin and had to keep biting her lip to stop her small smile from spreading into a full beam. He sighed, ‘Probably still feeling the effects of whatever she had last night’ he thought to himself.

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