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Zaffre Harvest (Part 1)

Space is a large place. Space is so large, that not all of its planets have ever interacted with each other. High school is a lot like space, not all of its students have interacted at all with each other. Such was the case for two boys named Tristan and Lorne, but fate tossed its polynomial, destiny dice one faithful day and, well, galactic history was soon made…
“What do you mean you’re moving my social studies?” asked Lorne, angrily. “We’re not moving your social studies, we’re moving you.” said his counselor, quite matter-of-factly. Lorne was rather offended by the way she phrased that, and with good reason too, but, as always, he didn’t see the point in being angry and let it go. “Ok. When is it then?” His counselor looked at his watch and said “Conveniently enough… It’s right now.” Lorne gathered his things and hobbled over there. He didn’t see the point of guidance counselors.
Tristan got to social studies early. He loves social studies; it’s his second favorite class.

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