It was however short lived. In my JS1, I saw teachers who held canes; they flogged the soul out of the bodies of their students like gladiators piercing the backs of beings with long bladed weapons. I got well attuned with the strokes, my tears remained safe within. Some other guys could bear the whips too, we earned respect from the weaklings, and even got despised by the teachers that could not compel our eyelids to be heavily pregnant with tears.
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