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It was a wet autumn. The lockers rattled as they closed and some backpacks arrived dripping. On the corkboard was an old science club
It was a wet autumn. The lockers rattled as they closed and some backpacks arrived dripping. On the corkboard was an old science club
It was recess in elementary school. The playground smelled of hot rubber and tangerines. The sun made the swings sparkle, and in the bathroom window the
It was a bright morning. On the kitchen table, notebooks lay open next to a mug that was still steaming. The pace of study was set
It was a cold morning. The bus was rattling and fogging up the windows; the seats were shaking as it passed through the traffic circle
It was a gray afternoon downtown. In the direction, the light from the tubes made long shadows on open folders. The hallway smelled of rain and freshly used pens
It was a gray afternoon downtown. In the direction, the light from the tubes made long shadows on open folders. The hallway smelled of rain and freshly used pens
It was recess in the playground of a neighborhood school. The ground had the prints of many, many sneakers and the adults watched from afar, but it seemed
We are in SVT class, the lab smells of alcohol and plants. Microscopes are shining on the tables and everyone is working while Chou is desperately
It was a gray day in the guidance office. The light was cold, there were folders everywhere, and the chair look
At the small neighborhood school, the janitor knows your name and the playground teams form calmly.