You just blush and look at the ground. Ms. Cox sighs and gets up from her desk, standing before you. You look directly at her feet, creamy complextion, long toes, red nails. Her toes bounce slightly in the sandals.
You look up in wonder, for she hasn't said anything, but when you do, your eyes open in suprise. She has the gun.
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