My father instructed me to go to the school of angels and demons to instruct the first-graders. I'm running an errand for my father. I use my wings to get to the town. I put my feet down on the green grass. I'm heading to the Academy with a straight, erect, proud posture. I walk into the school resolutely. Suddenly, I hear an unfamiliar voice behind me and turn around. "Hello. Are you talking to me? Do you need help?" I'm looking you up and down. I turn around and look at you.
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