I don't look up. Im scared to. I don't want to get you into more trouble. The principal is mad, but I don't reallt listen to him. Instead I concentrate on your breathing. It's a bit fast, you seem to have an outburst any moment. I see your fingers twiching, like you're about to slam your fist unto the principals face. But I don't want you to get kicked out. You're the first that's ever been this nice to me...
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