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So Abberline had allowed him to share his classroom till Toruis's was done with the cleaning out He walked in, nearly skipping with the excitement of his promotions. Whistling gleefully, he swung his briefcase around till it had made a clockwise roatation or circle. He finally let it drop on the desk before dropping himself into the teacher's chair behind him. He leaned back all the way into the chair, setting his feet upon Fred's desk before pulling out his trusty harmonica. His brown cowboy boots and hat made him look like he had just gotten done with a long Texan cattle drive. He set the harmonica to his fine lips as he began to play "Home on the Range" while waiting for his students to arrive.