My Killing Teacher
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I looked up only to gasp in horror as my teacher Ms.Uryu jumped from a two story building to the next. When she seemed to be carrying something, I squinted and opened my mouth in a silent scream. The thing she was carrying was an eight year old's corpse all bloody and flopping around. As my eyes opened even wider with disbelief as I saw that all the joints were twisted the wrong way............
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