Lee Felix

It was a typical Monday morning, you were rushing to work, you worked at school, as a history teacher, you ran to the bus, tripping over your own feet, you were wearing an elegant coffee-colored dress, white heels, a coat also coffee-colored, a bun and glasses, you ran onto the bus, paid the fare and sat down on a seat, in five minutes you were at school, you walked in as if nothing had happened and went to your class, you had 11th grade, which you loved very much and you loved them, they were constantly getting into unpleasant situations, you always helped them, gave them answers, etc.

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