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some of our teachers were awful nice and the harbour of sweet peccadillos (having to deal with us every day would make anyone crazy..) and i suppose they took refuge in their insect collecting in abyssinia.. (pasttimes tinged in the exotic and a nod to the sadistic..) but  love of keats and wordsworth (etc)... miraculously remained undiminished.. (while demonstrating lethal aims and a plethora of different pain.. one used the leg of a chair and another gave his weaponry girl´ s names.. i guess they were just as bored as we were how the season´ s waxed and wained..) they still retained their soulful natures a wonder of testament to the great genius of elliot yeats and so forth..! their fundamental faith undimmed...
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 8:40 AM UTC
some of our teachers were awful nice
some of our teachers were awful nice and the harbour of sweet peccadillos (having to deal with us every day would make anyone crazy..) and i suppose they took refuge in their insect collecting in abyssinia.. (pasttimes tinged in the exotic and a nod to the sadistic..) but  love of keats and wordsworth (etc)... miraculously remained undiminished.. (while demonstrating lethal aims and a plethora of different pain.. one used the leg of a chair and another gave his weaponry girl´ s names.. i guess they were just as bored as we were how the season´ s waxed and wained..) they still retained their soulful natures a wonder of testament to the great genius of elliot yeats and so forth..! their fundamental faith undimmed...
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 8:40 AM UTC
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