Miss Prim had been called all kinds of things—precise, 
punctual, and practical. Sometimes even stern, strict, and 
scary. But never welcoming or whimsical, and certainly not 
wild. Miss Prim believed in no-nonsense.
Every morning at half past seven, Miss Prim snapped 
off her alarm, gulped her lemon water, and ate 
three crackers with mayonnaise. 
Then she marched outside to look for problems.								
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