Hexadecimal grabs the ailing Guardian up off the ground and into her arms. He droops like a rag doll in her arms as she dances him around the platform in front of the Principal Office, singing something that might have been a waltz if it had any meter or tune.
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Hexadecimal grabs the ailing Guardian up off the ground and into her arms. He droops like a rag doll in her arms as she dances him around the platform in front of the Principal Office, singing something that might have been a waltz if it had any meter or tune.