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'This is boring' I thought as I looked out the window of the school, not paying attention to the teacher yelling at the class. The clouds floated through the sky freely and the birds flew from one place to another not really having a care in the world. 'It would be nice to be a bird or a cloud.' Thinking this I sighed. Looking back at the annoying teacher I saw her glaring through her glasses at me, I raised my eyebrows. 'What did she want now?'

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