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Shiloh grunted as she closed her locker, plucking the tea bags hanging from the door and throwing them in the bin next to her. She looked at the young man standing next to her, curious as to what was going on.
"Someone's idea'r of a joke, no doubt." she sighed, "haha, yes the Brits lack dental hygiene, stereotypes are hilarious."
Once her locker was clean, she turned to face Sero.
"I swear, ever since I moved here from London, it's all been bloody jabs at my accent and origin." Shiloh sighed, "Sorry, you don't need to hear me talk about my personal shite."