The heavy office door doesn't reveal what is happening on the other side: Not a sound. No stamping of feet, squeaking of chairs or giggling. Normal school sounds don't penetrate outside. I wonder: Is this the right door? But then the door opens and pony-tailed girls in light blue shirts traverse the corridor, their long skirts making a whishing noise.
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