SCHOLAR
If this really has a meaning.
My fingers slid at his legs, covered with black pants and gold glitter, the dressing code of the male scholars. I raised his leg above his heart level, pouting trying to hide how heavy these were. By now, his blood circulates from his legs to his brain. That one book from the library really helped.
As the wind blows, I can see his eyes blink. It worked.
I put down his legs to the ground. He gets up, and the first person he saw was no other than me. We both heard a scream, and then just by the time I turned my head…
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