The wind circled in the threshold

The wind circled in the threshold, perhaps pondering what sad things, came the threshold bursts of crying.
Unconsciously, my left hand is almost certainly a fist, nails almost baked into the palm from the hand. Is thinking about how the entrance of the annoying "tramp" away, precisely the same right hand side with the table hit me quite a while did not cut the nail was pushed to your depth from it should not go. "I wish to talk, there is a sick! - times." I was wanting to rise scolded at the identical table, I found that I was really in the classroom.
The teacher generally seems to stare at me for quite a long time, the cold arm I usually do not know where you should borrow the high temperature, sweat over the pores to obtain. "At a similar table, so what happened to you, I see you are frowning and terrible ah!" I do not learn how to perfectly stop the teacher's eyes, my left came the sound.
"I said, you then hit me, are you aware of how much I want to hit you? If you are not a girl, look -" Although she taught me to be out with the room, of the question can be "tramp" reminded My anger. "I'm so sorry! I really don't understand that I will not be any later!" Listen to me point out that she seems particularly afraid, but it really does not blame me, I usually do not know my face inside the end how poor The
"Oh, forget it, anyway, so long as you do not bother me to see, writing, my seat you recently use it.
"What will you say?"
"I said, so long as you do not disturb me reading, writing, my seat you only use.
"Well, so great?"
"But you only met me, or else you let my table shook, I will be annoying, and understand it."
"okay."
See a similar table face, life is not going to account for cross-border expression. I frowned, bowed as a result of see my book, failed to intend to ignore her.
Until then, I found the threshold of the tramp would not imagine so annoying. Probably because I don't know, even for their unique big chuckle. Before long, I began to forget about the shape of me, started to imagine the future is usually quiet reading, writing your day. A sweet a sense happiness, through the mouth overflow, dripping within the clothes.
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