I had the pieces of paper and a pair of scissors, and several pairs of eyes widened in frustration. To be honest, I do n't know what else to do, but I also wanted to make sure she was done with me. She looked at me as if she were the most precious item I had ever laid out on my desk. As soon as I finished my examination, I remembered that he was carrying a box full of books, and he used the scissors to ward it off. It was a cruel reminder that no one else would ever notice. I made a mental note, the ends of blood and scissors in it.
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