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“No, Quentin,” she said, looking around out of habit. “That’s dangerous talk there. You can’t be sayin’ stuff like that. Here is one thing, but never out there.” She, of course, meant anywhere outside of the Institute. This was a safehaven and the last thing she needed was dangerous talk like what Quentin Quire was saying.

“Well it’s only available at the school. The freedom police here wouldn’t allow me to send my wisdom out into the streets. I think we should be out there, letting them know they didn’t kill us all. Reminding them that we’re the superior species.”

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Rogue shrugged her shoulders. “It’s just another day ta have a party, I think.”

“Ok, would someone like to explain what the fuck is with Americans and the Fourth of July? Seriously, do any of you actually care about being American on any other days?” Alice stared at the American flag in the hallway. 

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“Sorry! I swear I didn’t see ya there!”

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She pinched the bridge of her nose. “I mean, now ain’t really tha time to be writin’ a manifesto. They do kill mutants, yanno.”

“You don’t understand. This would have helped move us forward as a species but no one bothered to open it. It’s a travesty. Should I have made it seventy pages?”

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Anna Marie gasped as she was spun. She clicked on a quick playlist and followed Pietro out to the floor. “Ya frazzled me there for a second.”

Pietro took her hand and gave it a kiss, then spun her in a whirlwind onto the dance floor. “I’d be honored to.”

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“So, I’m going to need someone to help me out in the library,” Anna Marie said. “Putting the books in order is a huge job. A telepath? Maybe a speedster?”

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Anna Marie offered her hand. “Well, you can dance with me if you want ta.”

“Nobody can keep up with me. It gets depressing unless you bring more than one date, y'know?”

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Anna Marie blinked. “What did ya do wrong? Uh, buddy, you wrote an eighty-page manifesto.”

“I wrote up an eighty page manifesto on the supremacy of mutant kind and no one bothered to take it seriously. What am I doing wrong?”

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Anna Marie chuckled. “Why ain’t you out, cuttin’ a rug?”

Pietro wiggled his hips. “‘Laffy Taffy,’ now that’s a song I can really move to.”

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She nodded. “You’re right. Sorry about that.” She pointed to the speaker. “What do you think of my music selection?”

“No, I was actually excited. You need to learn how to navigate the muddy waters of my brand of humor.”

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DJ Sammy | Heaven (2002)

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Anna Marie turned a light on to flash against it. “Thanks so much, Jean. Wanna come DJ with me?”

“It’s no trouble. Really,” Jean focused on the disco ball levitating it up slowly to the ceiling. Jean was trying not to tense up so much in fear of shattering it to pieces. Since her return all Jean stressed about being in control of her powers. She managed to latch it on a hook successfully, “See. No trouble.”

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She pouted her lips. “What? I thought it was a good idea.”

“Orange juice ice cubes!” Pietro said, gasping theatrically. “You’re a talented girl, Rogue.”