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</div><br/><br/>"Th-Thank you..." Melanie could feel another blush rise to her cheeks, but hide the burning skin with a veil of brown hair. "Um... I-I'm sorry... I am not...really comfortable with talking to others... It must be...annoying...to hear me stutter so much..." Clutching onto her notepad as though for dear life, the young girl kept her eyes on the ground, embarrassed beyond words. Why must I be this way? she asked herself yet again. It was almost shameful, from her point of view. Shouldn't she be able to get along with her peers?<br/><br/>Phoebe nodded in agreement, stuffing her face with food. It was very good. "Mm... I don't know about the ceremony being entertaining... after all, it's just the teachers telling us that we should have another great year here at the Academy... You know, blah, blah, blah." After giving a shrug, she went on and took a bite of food, her expression blissful.