The teacher is watching me in amazement. My friends write with desperation, pens scratching and impact pages and pages, splashes of ink on benches and tiles, tattooed skin. Exclaimed: "The instructions forced to violate those white sheets, to soil, to put an end, an end, to be bound by the limits of time and space. I am special and I decide to violate the delivery. "The teacher is afraid:" What for? "She asks in a whisper. Fixed the sunlight, feel the touch of countless particles of dust. I have nothing more to say.
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