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Gentle hands wake me from my slumber filled with fantasies and possibilities constantly changing. I ask for five more minutes but no comment fills the air. To this institute thy must travel. Rapid movement is encouraged because tardiness will not be tolerated the teacher has given warnings.
“Why do we have to go to school?”
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