Lelani walked around the school playground where some of the students were conjugating before their morning tutor session. She was not on playground duty but she liked to watch the students mess around before school officially started. As it was british secondary school there was a varied age range of students between 11 and 16. She enjoyed watching over the different types of games that were synonymous with the different levels of maturity. The younger children who had just graduated from primary school were typically still playing their familiar open field games, running around, chasing each other, screaming and making lots of noise. The boys of the same age starting to test each other’s strength play fighting, trying their best to win the contest but also taking care not to hurt one another or rip any clothing that might get them into trouble later at home from their parents. Some of the girls would watch the boys, laughing at them, but also taking note who was the strongest of the pack. As Lelani walked, a few of her younger students would shout out a morning greeting to her and wave. She would reply to her students by name and wave back. These were all the 11-13yr olds. As she encountered students in the middle year and upwards, those hitting early puberty, their interactions with her changed along with the types of playground games. The boys would also still play fight but this would take on a more destructive nature. They would test out certain stunt moves they saw on tv, wrestling was a popular program or pretend to box or practise various martial arts on each. They would also intentionally infect pain. Laughing at each other when someone got hurt. Football was also a popular choice but the game Lelani loved to watch the most was a game the boys played with a tennis ball. The game had a number of names “Patball or handball”. The former being the most popular name used. Lelani had never seen the game played until she became a teacher. It wasn’t something she was familiar with as a child. Two boys would face off against each other and would pick a decent sized wall of around 4 metres long. One would start by throwing the ball against the wall allowing it to bounce first. The contest of the game was very similar to that of squash played with rackets. However in this game the ball had to bounce once before and after it hit the wall. The competitors would hit the ball in a “patting” motion against each other, If the opposition allowed the ball to bounce twice, or missed the target wall or volleyed the ball against the wall without a bounce they conceded a point. Lelani loved to watch the high level of athleticism and skill the boys applied to the game. There were particularly 2 types of play she especially liked to see. The first called the “slam” where one player would hit the ball as hard as he could. Slamming it with his hand. Trying to create a large distance between the ball and the wall for his opponent to recover on his return. The second was what the boys called the “low cut”. This was the preferred strike of the exceptionally skilled player who would gauge the timing and distance of the second bounce of the ball, crouching low with deep concentration. This strike often came after a slam. It was a long range strike. Then Just before the ball touched the ground the player would strike the ball very hard in return. The ball would rocket towards the wall like that of someone skimming stones across a pond’s surface. Then as the ball hurtled towards the wall, towards the second bounce, as if it would not make it in time to hit the wall, it would make contact at the lowest point towards the ground, making a popping sound as it struck, rolling outwards on the floor. It was an instant point loss for the receiver. Lelani loved to see this move. She would clap the player every time the technique was delivered. The spectators would often roar in applause also. It was quite a sight to see and would often only happen in the most heated of games. This was a game of the elite. Few in numbers.
As they got older the sexes would also be mixing together more. Lelani witnessed young girls who were very similar in shape to that of the boys in the earlier years start to bloom. Some individuals were extremely quick to develop. Curves blossomed out of nowhere suddenly attracting the attention of young boys who also started to develop deeper voices and small whiskers of hair around the tops of there lips and chins. The “Bumfluff as they called it. Lelani was excited for her students developing into young adults but she was also worried for them also. Horny teenagers was a growing issue within the country. The number of teenaged pregnancy was the highest in the U.K. throughout the whole of Europe. Sex education between 14-16yr old was a high priority. Lelani remembered her mother telling her when statedd her new position in the school. “Its not until you have been a teenager and then have a teenager that you finally understand what teenage years is all about.” Well Lelani had a number of teenagers and she was still struggling to understand.
As Lelani walked around the school building towards the back playground area, she could smell a strange concoction of fragrances. Half sweet half smokey. She spotted a small group of girls huddled in a corner together. A continuous fog of grey smoke slowly drifted up from its epicentre, occasionally intensified by a jet of thick smoke that shot upwards like that of a steam engine expelling its excess. Lelani shook her head with a smile.
Some things never change. She thought to herself.
Smoking had always been an issue with teenagers. Lelani remembered herself at that age experimenting with cigarettes. Now with morden times students also got into Vaping. Lelani found it hard to see this as a form of smoking but regardless of her personal views, the school governing body had condemned Vaping as a form of smoking and students were not allowed to Vape or smoke on the premises. As Lelani crept closer to the girls one of them popped her head up. Lelani heard a low but frantic “Miss, Miss, Miss.” echo through the small circle as they quickly tried to wave away the visible smoke and hide any form of evidence in their pockets. As Lelani approached the group of 5 girls quickly tried to escape in the opposite direction. Lelani wasn’t wearing her contact lenses yet so she couldn’t see clearly who the girls were but being familiar all her students silhouette she knew exactly encamped the group. Lelani called them all out by name.
“ Lily Blake, Josie Dupuis, Jessica Bigland, Tola Nyaku and Kyung Edwards.”
All the girls stopped in their tracks. Lelani walked over into the corner and motioned to the girls with a wave of her hand to come closer. They slowly and reluctantly made their way over to meet her. The 5 girls kept quiet. It was too soon for them to speak directly to their teacher in such a close proximity. Lelani watched their faces and withheld a laugh. She could smell the smoke on them as they walked closer. The first two girls that she called had a stern look on their faces. Lelani knew that they wanted to go to war with her. Out of all of Lelani students these two girls gave her the most trouble and she didn’t want to start her Monday morning diving down into the trenches. The group stopped at arms length away from her.
“Girls.” Lelani whispered in lower tones. “You know the rules. You know what you shouldn’t be doing.”
Rosie tutted and rolled her eyes while Lily scrolled and folded her arms. Lelani paused and regarded them. The other girls held their laughs and slight giggles. Lelani smiled back.
“Listen girls, I know what it’s like experimenting with things but you can’t smoke. Smoking kills. Hand them over please.” Two girls from the group handed over their packets of cigarettes with reluctant sighs. “And the vape machine things.” The third girl pulled out her pole-like vape device and handed it over. Lelani held it and weighed it in her hands. She was amazed by its heaviness. She glanced over to Lily and Rosie who continued to stand in defiance.
“We don’t have anything Miss.” Josie answered back to a silent question.
Lelani held up the cigarettes, displaying them to the group.
“Sorry girls but these have to go in the bin.” The two girls, Jessica and Tola who had handed them over did not protest knowing that they had received the minimum punishment for their offense. Lelani then displayed the pole-like machine to Kyung, its owner.
“Come and see me at the end of the day and you can get this back ok?” Kyung silently nodded. A small smile of relief forming on her face as she feared her device would be following the cigarettes in the bin. Lelani turned her attention back to the stubborn girls.
“This is your last chance girls.” Neither of the two responded. “Ok girls you still have 20 min before the first bell, off you go.” The group of girls turned quickly to escape however Lelani kept the two ring leaders. “Lily and Josie stay here.” The other girls looked at each other, cast sarcastic looks towards the remaining two then quickly scurried away out of sight. Lelani knew that they would only be around the corner. They would not abandon their comrades and would be extremely eager to hear the gossip of what transpired after.
“Girls please. I don’t want to do this with you today. It’s Monday.” Lelani looked up into the clouds. The sun was beaming strongly. The weather was going to be extremely hot and bright. “It’s going to be a lovely day. We’ve only got another 6wks left until summer holidays. Let’s finish the year nicely.”
The two girls pressed their lips together. They were extremely firm in their resolve. Lelani knew that Lily had a vape machine which she had seen the girl brandishing in the corridors for the past few weeks but Lelani did not have the power to search her. She was not so sure about Josie. Josie was the more discrete of the two but she had a very cunning personality. Lily was the highly emotionally charged one. The loud one. Josie was the brains and Lily was the brawn. Lelani waited a moment. Then smiled. They reminded her of herself when she was their age. Lelani wondered if this was some kind of karma that the universe was inflicting on her for all the trouble that she had caused in her younger unruly years.
“Ok girls if you give me what you have right now. Cigarettes and Vapes you can come and collect them from me at the end of the day, cigarettes included, but if I catch you today with anything i’m going to confiscate the whole lot and everything, Cigarettes and Vape Included, will go in the bin.”
Lily rolled her eyes again unwavering. Josie’s face however softened, weighing up the situation. Lelani looked her straight in her eyes. Josie stared straight back unflinching and after a few long moments reached inside her blazer pocket pulling out a box shaped vape and 3 packets of cigarettes. Lelani raised her eyebrows in surprise. She had only been expecting one or the other not both.”
“I use the Vape and I sell cigarettes.” Josie answered an unspoken question.
Lelani took the collection from Josie. Lily turned to stare at her comrade in protest of her sudden actions. Lily’s eyes narrowed and she turned to face Lelani whose hands were now full. She dropped the items into her handbag and extended her open hand to Lily.
“I told you already I don’t have anything Miss.” Lily hissed through clenched teeth. Suddenly Josie turned to Lily and put her hand inside Lily’s inner blazer pocket, plucking out a similarly shaped vape pole like the one which Kyung submitted. This one however was bright pink with sparkling sequins decorating the handle.
“Oh my gosh.” Lily protested with wide eyes. Shocked that her friend had betrayed her. “What are you doing Josie?”
Josie kissed her teeth.
“Shut up. We’ve got a lesson with Mrs Martin later and you’re going to get caught and I can’t deal with that nonsense.” Josie suddenly grabbed Lily’s rucksack off her shoulder which unzipped from the force and reached inside with her other hand. Lily tried to yank her property back but Josie held it firm. Lelani pinched her lips together in surprise and amusement to what was unfolding. Josie revealed 3 packets of cigarettes from Lily’s bag. Lily wailed in protest. Lelani received them. The two girls wrestled with the bag. Josie gritting her teeth and Lily hissing in rebuke.
“Get off my bag Jo. Now.. Let Go. LET GOOOOO.”
“Nooo. You’re gonna get caught and then were both going to get into trouble and my mum’s still pissed from the last time.”
“I don’t care Let Go.”
Lelani watched as Lily took up a long stance with her feet spread wide and with all her might yanked backwards pulling her bag. Josie, anticipating the moment, suddenly let go, allowing Lily to fall onto the floor.
“Girls.” Lelani called out. This was starting to turn into the ruckus of what she didn’t want in the first place.
Lily whelped as she landed on her bottom hitting the floor. Josie launched forward, snatching the bag. There was no resistance. Lily had not expected to be where she ended up. Josie reached inside again and handed Lelani another three packets of cigarettes then quickly zipped up the bag.
“Ok miss at the end of the day , yeah!” Josie confirmed.
Lelani nodded. She watched as Josie sprung on Lily picking her off the floor. Josie shouldered Lily’s bag over her own and held onto Lily’s hand much like a mother tightly gripping the hand of her infant who was trying to run off.
“Ok Miss. thank you. We’ll see in class later.”
Josie smiled and turned on her heels taking Lily with her who was now rubbing her bruised rear. Lelani watched and listened as the two walked away.
“Oh my gosh. You Bitch you threw me to the ground.”
“No, I didn’t, you fell on the ground.”
“No, I didn’t, you pushed me.”
“No, I let you go. Why are you pissed? You fall over everyday.”
“That’s a lie.”
“No, it’s not, how come you fell over yesterday.”
“What… Lemar tripped me.”
“No, you ran into him and fell over.”
“So you’re a teacher’s pet now? all up on Mrs Martin now?”
“You’re gonna get us into trouble.”
“How am I?.”
“You have a big mouth.”
“OH MY GOSHHH. No I don’t.”
“See.”
The two girls disappeared around a corner of the building. Lelani let out a well held sigh. This was one of those funny moments of being a teacher where the current event was both frustrating and rewarding all at the same time. Lelani dropped the remaining cigarettes into her handbag, the weight of which had more than doubled. A call came from behind her.
“What are you doing in the corner over there Mrs Martin?”
Lelani recognised the voice that approached her. She turned around to see her favourite colleague walking towards her. The 5ft5 slim build woman wore a smart 3piece grey suit. She had on a small amount of makeup that accentuated her dark ebony complexion. Her natural hair was plated into an elaborate design. The teacher smartly wore her blazer draped over her shoulders. Even though the sun was out, it was still early in the morning and there was a slight chill in the air. Lelani scanned her beautiful colleague. Her eyes travelled over her blouse which had a few of the top buttons undone exposing the top part of her cleavage. Lelani admired her colleagues’ huge bust. She subconsciously patted her own with her free hand. Lelani had always been self conscious about her own breast size. Lelani’s body shape had always been tall and lean. As she was alway naturally oriented around sports she had held a more sportier figure. Fortunately as Lelani grew older her hips grew wider and she had been blessed with a perky rear but her bust size always remained small and Lelani often felt less womanly because of it. Of Course many men loved the shape of her lower half. She found that as she had a lighter tone to her skin, her mixed race heritage often went unnoticed, inviting men to openly make their racist remarks like “you have an amazing ass for a white girl. Where are you from? Are you completely white? I can tell that there’s something in you?” and further nonconsenting commentary of “how you need a strong man that can handle that ass”. Lelani would often walk away from these responses since she could not compete with modern male stupidity that a white woman could not possibly have an ass shaped like hers and that the something that she had in her was a non direct racist way of asking “a blackness that she had in her.” Of Course by walking away and thus rejecting these so-called alpha males they then felt they had permission to inform her about her small bust and tell her about her “boyish chest or her bee stings.” Lelani had always suffered from this kind of male abuse all her life and it had left an everlasting festering impact on her. As her colleague walked closer Lelani caught herself staring and looked away blushing.
“Good Morning Mrs Afia.” Lelani greeted her. “What I do in quiet corners is none of your business.” Smiling Lelani informally hugged her friend and gave a kiss on the cheek. As they hugged Lelani felt Mrs Afia’s large bust against her own as she pulled away, she unconsciously looked down towards them blushing even more. Mrs Afia caught her gaze. Knowing of her friend’s self consciousness she followed her gaze not realising that her blouse was open to such an extent and quickly did up her buttons.
“Ughhh. Good eye Mrs Martin. It’s hard enough to control these horny young teenagers. If I start my monday with the guns all out it’s gonna be a hectic week.”
Lelani laughed. She loved the company of Mrs Afia. She was a highly intelligent woman who had the most welcoming presence about her. She was someone who was able to read a situation in the right way and know exactly what to say and do to lift people up. Lelani wanted to spend more time with Mrs Afia outside of work but she was a devoted family woman and a Christian. Besides raising 4 sons, 1 daughter, being a dutiful wife and an active member of the church, Mrs Afia had little time for anything else.
“What are you doing out here Mrs Martin I didn’t see your name on playground duty this week?”
“I’m not on playground duty but I like to come out here in the mornings and interact with the children.”
“Interact with the children?” Mrs Afia let out a high pitched cackle. It was one of those intoxicating laughs that once heard it bred multiple laughter from the surrounding listeners.
“Why are you laughing?” Lelani questioned.
Mrs Afia pulled a sarcastic face dismissively at the question.
“Mrs Martin, you and I both know Money Maker Martins isn’t out here just enjoying the sight of the children running and screaming in the playground.”
Lelani pantomimed a surprised gasp and placed an open hand on the middle of her chest. The two giggled much like the sounds of the students running around in the playground.
“Oh so you heard my new nickname?” Lelani shook her head, continuing to blush.
“Yes I did. I heard about it on Friday.” Mrs Afia smiled.
“How is it even possible that they found that picture?” Lelani asked as Mrs Afia silently started to lead her away from the corner of the school building and together they resumed a patrolling route of the outside playground.
“You have to be sooooo careful of social media. I saw the picture myself. It’s a lovely pic but you just have to be sooooo conscious of these things.”
“But who would think to do that? I was out with my family. On the beach. Rees took a random picture from behind, of me and the boys. Then all of a sudden a few weeks later my ass is out there on social media. I’ve had to privatize my accounts. You wouldn’t believe what was being sent to my private messenger.” Lelani pulled out her phone to show Mrs Afia who shook her head not wanting to see.
“Girl Please I have enough trouble dealing with one man I don’t need to see temptations of the devil.”
Lelani paused for a moment, not sure whether to ask the next question but she wanted to know and decided to ask anyway.
“How’s it going? Have you tried what I said?”
A group of boys suddenly ran past chasing a football. The two teachers lowered their tones.
“Yeah I tried but he wouldn’t try it.” Mrs Afia sighed. “I love my husband he’s a good man, he works hard, he pays the bills, he goes to church as much as I do, Nooo, even more than me but when it comes to the bedroom he’s just so adamant a good christian couple doesn’t do these types of things. It’s Ungodly.” Mrs Afia mimicked the deeper tone of her husband.
“Ungodly.” Lelani repeated in a shocked tone. “How can it be ungodly. Surely if God created sex he created all aspect of sex?”
“He just sees it as dirty.”
“I couldn’t. I’m being honest. I couldn’t be married to someone for 15yrs and you only have missionary sex. Face to Face with nothing else. No kissing or licking, touching or feeling. That would be like torture to me.” Lelani shook her head refusing to even imagine the fantasy possibility of that existence. “Well…” She trailed off not continuing.
“Well what?” Mrs Afia asked intrigued.
“No nothing. I wasn’t going to say anything.”
“Yes you were. What were you going to say?”
Lelani opened her mouth but the words would not come out. She didn’t want to plant idea’s into her friends head that might damage her and her husband’s relationship.
“Please, say it. It might help me” Mrs Afia pleaded.
Lelani was not sure what kind of frictional fruit would bear from the suggestive seeds she was about to plant into Mrs Afia mental soil but maybe she was ready to receive it.
“Maybe… you shouldn’t be depending on Mr Afia…. To help explore your deeper sexual side.”
“What do you mean.” Mrs Afia paused. Looking straight into Lelani’s eyes. “We can’t swing. That goes against what we believe in?”
“No, I don’t mean swinging. I know you’d never go for that. I mean…. self help.”
Mrs Afia’s eyes widened. She opened her mouth to reply but her embarrassment held her back. She couldn’t form any words. Lelani watched her as she struggled to rationalise what she just heard. It was as if she was searching for a biblical reference. Some verse that she could pose to justify her answer of no however no verse came. Lelani wondered why such a beautiful woman like Mrs Afia would have to struggle through life without the sexual closeness on all levels with her life partner. Mrs Afia enjoyed fewer things in this world than being with her husband.
How can he enjoy not doing everything with his wife? This beautiful black woman. If I was her husband I’d be all over her every chance I get. I’m so glad I enjoy the loving embrace of my husband. His strong big hands all over me. How he kissed my neck, my lips. How he picked me up from his sofa and took me to his bedroom. His beautiful black skin all over me. His bearded face….. Lelani caught her thoughts.
She was not thinking of her husband.
Her mind had only wondered for a second but it was enough. Mrs Afia was still struggling with her own internal battle. She hadn’t noticed that Lelani was also struggling. Lelani linked her arm with Mrs Afia and the two continued walking.
The two teachers made their way around the outside playground. They briefly spoke to the children playing but mainly entertained their own conversation. The topic did not go back towards Mrs Afia’s love life. When the first bell rang they ushered the students into the building to start their morning tutor session. It was Monday so there was going to be assembly. When the last of the students entered the building the two teachers made their way to their respective offices which were located adjacent to each other.
“So what did you get up to on the weekend?” Mrs Afia questioned.
Lelani paused again. Blushing a deep red.
“Ehhhh heeeeeee.” Mrs Afia made a traditional Nigerian phrase of understanding. She also changed from queen’s English into an accented pigeon English.
“Yu ware having enjoyment?”
Lelani pressed her lips together. She loved it when Mrs Afia used that Nigerian accent with her but she didn’t want to make jokes about what had happened on the weekend. It gave her intense mixed emotions. Although she and her husband actively had an open relationship this had been the first time that she had cheated on him. She had been with another man and had lied about it. What was worse was this man had assaulted her husband and the shift of power made her want to be with him again even more than she had before. Lelani felt terrible. As she formulated some kind of lie to tell Mrs Afia she looked out of her office window. A young student walking past in the playground by himself held a roll up cigarette to his lips. He was in his little world counting something in his hand. Lelani recognised him as one of her students. Lemar. He was in the same class as the previous group of girls she had confiscated the cigarettes and the Vapes from. Lelani nodded to Mrs Afia who followed her gaze outside. She also recognised the student and shook her head. Lelani opened the window. As she opened it a waft of smoke entered into the room. Lelani waved her hand as the smoke was pulled inside.
“LEMAR BOATENG.” Lelani shouted out.
The boy, not realising that he was so close to the window, jumped back in surprise dropping the contents in his hand all over the playground floor. Lelani stuck her head out the window.
“Pick all those up and bring your ass inside here right now.”
Lemar raised his head to the sky as if condemning the gods for his tremendous bad luck.
“Can you believe this boy?” She turned to Mrs Afia while closing the window.
Mrs Afia started a reply however a second bell rang throughout the school signalling the start of the assembly. Lelani looked out the window to see Lemar still picking up the small grey coloured items he had dropped on the floor. Knocking on the window she mouthed the words “Hurry Up.” to the young boy who quickly picked up the last of his treasury and ran towards the nearest outside door to Lelani’s office.
“Chale, I go get my Tutor group ready-o .” Mrs Afia ran out of Lelani’s office and into the hallway. Disappearing into a nearby classroom and re emerging a few seconds later with a trial of students waddling behind her. Lelani was pleased that she didn’t have any tutor group to conduct. Her tutor group was the leaving year 11’s so they were currently sitting their GCSE’s exams which meant they didn’t have to follow their usual time table. As she watched Mrs Afia lead her group away to the assembly Lemar hurriedly came into view down the hall. Lelani noticed he was muttering to himself. Lelani frowned. She suspected that he was trying to formulate some kind of elaborate story in which to deliver to her in order to get himself out of trouble. Lelani’s eyes widened as he drew closer, prompting him to make haste at which he ran into her office.
“Close the door.” Lelani ordered him. He obeyed. “Lemar Boateng, what are you doing? Its Monday morning and you’re already starting the week on a downward spiral. What’s the matter with you?”
Lemar sat down on a chair in her office. As he sat he slowly slumped down into the chair like he was about to fall asleep. Lelani shook her head at him but she could feel that something was off, not quite right.
“Are you ok?” Lemar didn’t answer. “What have you been smoking?”
He raised his hand up to his head rubbing his face.
“Hand over your stash.” Lelani rolled her eyes.
This is becoming a recurring theme this morning. She thought.
Lemar handed her over the remnants of what he had been smoking. It was almost a full cigarette. Lelani smelt it. It smelt fine there was no hint of cannabis coming from it. She flicked away the ash end and peered inside. Nothing had been stuffed inside of it either.
“And the rest.”
Lemar looked to his side and then looked around. He mumbled something to himself and then his head flopped backwards. Lelani leaned in closely. She smelt him but he did not smell of anything unusual. Lemar lifted his head up and looked into her eyes. Lelani stood back surprised.
He’s Flying.
Lemar’s head lolled again. Normally it was against policy and procedure to search students but this was not a normal incident. Lelani wanted to see what he had taken and she knew she wasn’t going to get much information out of him at this point and time. She patted his blazer pockets, they were empty. Lelani looked the boy over and noticed an incredible bulge from Lemar’s trousers. The corner of a plastic bag was sticking out from underneath his belt. Lelani tutted. Clearly Lemar in his panic had stuffed the bag into his crotch, hoping to conceal his stash. Lelani reached forward, pinching the top of the bag and pulled it out with a tug from his trousers. Lemar raised his head. He smiled at her. Lelani cocked her head to one side in disapproval knowing what was going through the boy’s mind.
“Mrs Martin……” Lemar was slow to speak. “ This is illegal. You’re…. in my pants… I’m only 15.”
Lelani kissed her teeth and turned to walk away. As she turned she released out a loud whelp as a hard hand slapped across her rear. She spun on her heels ready to give the boy the rebuking of his life but his eyes were closed and a huge smile sat on his face.
“Next year Miss i’ll beeeee 16 a….an…..and you can divorce Mr Martin and then i’ll be the new Mr Money Maker Martins.” Lemar let out a giggle.
Lelani’s mouth dropped open. She looked around to see if anyone was watching or filming her because she felt like the whole Monday morning was some kind of elaborate joke where she was being filmed for television or social media. In any minute some celebrity would jump out of a hidden location to expose the situation but one came. The school was silent. Everyone was in attendance of the assembly. The sound of snoring brought her attention back to Lemar. Who was now soundly asleep on the chair. Lelani walked to the office windows that looked out into the hallway and drew the blinds down. She grabbed another chair and lifted Lemar’s feet up onto it. This was a serious offense. One that could possibly get the boy excluded from school. Lelani knew that he would be asleep for a while. She sat down in the chair at her desk. Fortunately her first few periods of the day were free. She would let him sleep for a few hours and then wake him up to get some answers. She sat back in her reclining work chair and inspecting the bag of pills in her hand. They looked strangely familiar. Lelani wasn’t sure how she recognised them but she was 100 percent sure this was not the first time she had seen these grey shaped pills.
Where have I seen these pills before? She Thought.
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