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  • Salmaan Ejaz


It was just another boring day of Math. I raised my hand to go to the bathroom, fully intent on not coming back. After 5 paces out the door, I hear a grunt. Now, I’d recognize the sound of Mr. Alworth’s grunts from beneath an airplane taking off, it was his preferred method of communication after all (one can’t really distinguish his words from behind the mustache mask). I peek in to see a group of goblins tossing Alworth’s eyeglasses to each other as he helplessly pursues the flying spectacles. Smirking, I waltz back towards the direction of the bathroom.


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