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Beddingfield Monologue

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I walked into English that morning just like every morning since August. I took my seat and sat down, talking with Amir and Rebecca as usual. Everything normal, except the unveiling of a new essay. I groaned and got myself ready for the upcoming speech. Ms. Beddingfield started the speech and I managed to keep attentive, not that she 's boring. Just that I 'm distracable. She explained that the assignment would be researching our name and writing an essay about our findings. Simple enough. It sounded that way, anyway. Once I really got a good look at it I realized I 'd have some issues doing it. Seeing as my names are simplistic in definition.

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