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"Lance!"
The brown haired teen glanced over his shoulder, then noticing the expression on his professors face, shooed his friends out of the classroom, telling them that he would be right there. "Yeah?" He turned back to the desk.
"Lance, I want you to know that I don't blame you- I know you're working very hard." Lances eyes shifted. "But..." he edged the professor on. "But you're still falling behind in Calculus." Lance sighed. "Great. What do I do?" The teachers face lit up. "I know a great tutor for you."

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