Dante sat his guitar on its stand. It wasn't the one anyone had seen it was new shiny and fancy, though the only 'off' thing about it was black marker writing on the body.

"Maybe not karma." he said. "Close though." he said turning to face her, and taking his glasses off the neck of his worn-out shirt. "But, he's getting what's coming to him." he said in a hush, "but hope it doesn't ruin other peoples projects." Dante commented. "I suppose given the circumstances the teachers would cut the others a break for not having their stuff here with Douglas driving like an idiot."

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