It began as a joke. “She found my collection of witchcraft books under my bed and threw them away. Two souls in travail; one inspired by fresh hopes, the other, by fresh despairs. They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals. He and his friends (he had at least two per class, even in Trigonometry) would make their exits as quickly as possible.
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