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... e squeaked. Benches scraped. The hall spilled its noise into the corridor.
Fizz bounced up to John’s shoulder and saluted like a tiny general who had just conquered a pastry shop. "Report: the League of Fizz awaits. I am in grave demand. Autographs, wisdom, possibly three slices of cake that identify as research."
John angled toward the quad. "Old library. West side. You aren’t coming?"
Fizz puffed his chest. "I will not. My public is fragile and must be handled with snac ...
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