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Chapter 313: Celt the Calf
If she ever asks if you want to help deliver a calf, just say no. – Celt
The Monday after the new school year started, the old ladies and their kids sat in the common room of Pops Place. They were all talking about the first week of school. Not just for the kids, but also for the several teachers that were associated with the club. Two of the brothers and three of the old ladies were teachers.Alana had retired from teaching but was still working as a substitute at the junior high. According to her, the little kids were too whiny, and the big kids were already turning into assholes. Junior high was the perfect age. No longer whining about everything, hadn’t quite become assholes and the awkwardness made them all cute and adorable.Mia’s twins were in seventh grade at the junior high. It was their first year not at the parochial school and they were thrilled to be in classes with cousins and other Saints kids. Although they were already quite a bit ahead of the rest of tRelated chapters
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