Ah, flower arranging club. It was relaxing, even though he was probably the only thorn among the flowers (heh). He suspected if there were any other guys, any at all, they never came. Not that it was a bad thing, it just felt weird sometimes. He slid the door open and stuck his head in, just to check how many actually came. He quietly noted the coloured papers -- it was a nice touch.
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