Been looking at the photos taken at ballroom dancing last time. We’re in computer class and C has put the photos up on the school folder, so half of us are congregating around the one computer to see the photos. Our teacher has just about given up trying to control us and make us go back to actual work. There is one of Jake! Albeit a bit out of focus, with his head down, but hey, it’s still a photo! There are possibly a few more out there. Because something like a hundred photos were taken, and C’s only put up about thirty. The ‘good’ ones, she says. We’re having a general conversation and the picture with Jake in it crops up. Lisa – jockish sort, freaky abs, has the strangest fashion sense – says he’s cute, but he’s interested in one of the starry-eyed chicks, the (SLUTTY) Indian girl. Which really does suck. But then again, it’s Lisa talking, Lisa who mixed up M and this other dude, and is convinced that M has a thing for May. Not wanting to sound arrogant or anything, but… So I’m not absolutely sure about the reliability of her intel. (See, the Americans ARE getting to me!)

Bear with me and this temporary fixation with Jake, okay?

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