In band, Miss J asked the back row to play some notes. Afterwards, she said, "All I heard was 'small, medium, large.'" A pause. Then: "Don't take that the wrong way! Ned, I loved yours the most, even if it is small!"
We, the sick-minded, laughed. (No prizes for guessing what we were pretending she was referring to.)
Then Alex said, "And Mr C starts fiddling with his jacket." It was true. Mr C then grabbed the hood of his jacket and pulled it over his head, concealing his eyes.
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