
![]() | One of the glass doors, the one at the far right end of the row of doors along the front of the main building, was open. Jessica slowly walked up the stairs. She was a little apprehensive. It was dark inside. |
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![]() | Clutching her saxophone case and jacket in a little wrinkled green bundle with both arms, she walked towards the door. A small handwritten sign was taped to the glass on the outside of the door. "Band Rehearsals Room 107" |
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![]() | Jessica walked inside. "I don't like lions," she thought. "Lions are mean." She looked around and thought "where is room 107?" |
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