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She is not noticed at the back of the classroom The teacher does not raise his head giving her the comfort of his attention towards her unanswered questions She is ashamed of her silentness He is noticed by every girl at the front of the classroom The teacher will give him a good talking to once he asks for his attention to said questions He is tired of his noise She left class in a rush He took his sweet time She went home with her drunk parents fighting She fled to her room with music She did not say a word today or yesterday He went home drunk fighting with his parents He went to his room and started playing the guitar He had said too many words that he now regrets She, the next day, went back to the classroom He, the next day, went back to the classroom Her eyes for the very first time meeting with his
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Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 4:19 PM UTC
The Eyes of the Classroom
She is not noticed at the back of the classroom The teacher does not raise his head giving her the comfort of his attention towards her unanswered questions She is ashamed of her silentness He is noticed by every girl at the front of the classroom The teacher will give him a good talking to once he asks for his attention to said questions He is tired of his noise She left class in a rush He took his sweet time She went home with her drunk parents fighting She fled to her room with music She did not say a word today or yesterday He went home drunk fighting with his parents He went to his room and started playing the guitar He had said too many words that he now regrets She, the next day, went back to the classroom He, the next day, went back to the classroom Her eyes for the very first time meeting with his
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Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 4:19 PM UTC
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