SIDWELL DAY SCHOOL
Your sheer stockings are filling this room
with light, I swear. There's no other way out
for me. I am captive to my whims. A few kids
are squirming - the rich, expensive kind, the
kids who want for nothing. Squirming is so
unlike them. But who cares, for I am watching
you. And yes, he entire idea is working : you,
the 'teacher' in the front, performing for me, an
'auditor' in the back - in unfashionable clothes,
myself, I come with but some pencils and a
tablet - the old kind, of course, of paper.
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