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... art beat out of order. His breath, and the smell of freshness, got into my nose. I can even feel the temperature on him.
"One one, whose clothes?"
I froze and said, "My clothes were splashed on the road by a car. A second-year senior borrowed it from me."
"first name?"
As soon as I stayed, "how do you think I know his name?"
"The grade is also reported, will you not report the name?" He said leisurely, and seemed a little careless.
"It's cold." I honestl ...
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