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He made an outward gesture with his arms. “Where’s your partner?” He asked me. Sarcasm was my first language, amateur and as a result I’ve learned to impulsively use it with everyone, authority or not. “He left.” I replied. He gave me a puzzled look. “Where’d he go?” He asked, then looked around. “I thought we were all accounted for.” I made a mental note in my head that they must not teach sarcasm in Paris and clarified, “I was kidding. I don’t have a partner.” “Got it.” he replied flatly. “Well, for now… Join a pair, make a group of three.” I groaned internally. Not I was the subject of a group’s ruin. I must have looked like a complete ass at that point, as I putzed around nervously, looking for anybody who didn’t view me with what I saw as contempt. “C’mon, quickly.” Mr. Salvador encouraged me impatiently. Mom had an ass to die for. Then she reached around her back to undo the clasps of her bra, and let it drop to the floor as well, on top of her blouse. 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