Something is Happening in the Room
The teacher is talking. I am writing. More people come into the class. A girl looks out the window. More people come into the class. Girls and boys walk around. The teacher gives a speech. I’m thinking. Nothing is happening in the room. A boy comes in late. The class is quiet.
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