At school, our literature teacher was a real devil. One day she noticed a notebook on a girl’s desk. She grabbed it, and it turned out to be a personal diary.
The teacher smiled predatorily and began to read out her notes aloud.
The class was dead silent, the girl was sitting red as a tomato. And then one boy silently stood up, snatched the diary out of the teacher’s hands, and returned it to his classmate. I still remember this!
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