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Ms. Melsden was ready to cry. Be quiet, class. Be quiet, please. John, why don't you and Louis go and wipe it off. Why do you want us to wipe, teacher? We didn't stick it on. "Let me help you, teacher," said Casimir. All right, Casimir, that's a good boy. The girls were all humming in their noses, looking around with not only anger, but also curiosity at the moment. Casimir did it-they whispered to each other-Casimir did it. Miss Melsden heard me at last. Did you do this, Casimir? Me, teacher? How could I do such a thing? Come here, Casimir. Casimir went to the teacher's desk, and as soon as the teacher stretched out his hand to embrace him, he took advantage of the situation and leaned on the teacher's arm. His head rested on the teacher's shoulder, his eyes looked at the whole class, and he deliberately blinked twice. (Secretly amused.) Hey, Casimir, don't do this. Don't what,High Speed Nail Making Machine, teacher? Did you stick the gummy candy on the seat? Tell me the truth and I won't punish you. Not me, teacher. "Miss Melsden," said a girl named Alice Rafferty, "there are no gummies in Casimir's seat.". How come there are no gummies on your seat? The teacher asked him. I don't know, teacher. Maybe the boy who did this is afraid of me. Who did this, Casimir? Oh, I really don't know, teacher. Do you want me to wipe it? Casimir,Nail Making Machine manufacturers, you should be an honest boy. Yes, Mr. Melsden. He returned to his seat and pretended to help the two male classmates wipe together, but took the opportunity to talk to the female classmates secretly. In the summer dusk, the children always play until very late, find a piece of open space to play hide-and-seek, and go to the fire hydrant to take a shower when it is hot. When it is hot, the fire hydrant is always open for them to use. There are so many interesting things in summer. A house is burning down, or you can climb on the roof to watch big boys and big girls fool around. On a particularly hot day, they can sneak into the cinema to see the white opera, because on a hot day, the exit door of the cinema is not closed for ventilation. Once or twice, they really got lucky. Hey, Polack, there's a drunk sleeping in the alley behind Salvador's house. Is there any oil and water? How do I know that? The child said and cursed. Hey, Nail machine manufacturer ,Coil nail machine, go and have a look. They crept into the alley and turned into a deserted field behind the house. The drunk is still snoring. Do it, Polanke. Why do you ask me to do it? How do we divide it later? It's up to you. He crawled up to the drunk and felt all over him for his wallet. The drunk stopped snoring at once and grabbed Polank by the wrist. You let go, you smelly. Polank, who could still move his other hand, groped the ground and found a stone. He grabbed the stone and smashed it into the drunk's head. The drunkard clenched his hand more tightly, and he threw another stone down. Where? Where? Go, go, go, go. Polank searched the drunk's pockets and pulled out only a few small change. All right, let's go. The two children slipped out of the alley and divided the money under a street lamp. I'll take 60 cents and you take 25 cents. What are you talking about? I found people. What are you talking about? I took all the risks. Do you want me to take all the risks for nothing? That's what Polanke said. Bah! *** off! He whistled away, laughing twice at the thought of beating the drunk, but his heart was weak. But the next morning, when he saw that the man was no longer there, Polank was relieved. Hum, what an unkillable drunkard! He remembered what the older children had taught him. When he was ten years old, his father died, and after taking care of the funeral, his mother sent him to the slaughterhouse and wanted him to work there. But only a month later, the top came to check the absenteeism, and my mother had no way out, so she had to send Polonk to the orphanage. As soon as you enter the orphanage, there are many new "lessons" to learn, which are not too strange. Now you have to be more careful not to be caught if you commit a crime. Once you catch it, you will suffer a lot. Give me your hand, Casimir. Do what, Mammy? What did I do? Reach out. A ferocious ruler struck him in the palm of his hand, and the pain made him jump. My uncle (Jesus)! Casimir, if you speak irreverently, you will be punished. The arm in the black sleeve was raised and the palm of the hand was raised again. He returned to his seat to the laughter of the children. Although the pain brought tears to his eyes, he grinned and whispered, "It's nothing!"! But his hands were so swollen that he rubbed them all morning. The gymnastics teacher's name was Pefel, and he had to be especially wary of this fellow. When you enter the canteen, you have to pray silently for three minutes. Pyfel went back and forth behind the bench to catch people who were talking in secret. Polank glanced around the tip of his eye, as if there was no one behind him. I don't know what to eat tonight? What a guy! The pain on the head was burning, penetrating layer by layer, and the skull was shaken layer by layer, only to feel dizzy and spinning. That's nice of you, Polank. When I say no noise, I mean no noise. He stared at the plate in front of him, waiting for the pain to go away. He clenched his teeth and tried to hold back, so that he did not rub his head with his hands. Afterthought: My God, this guy Pyfel has eyes behind his back! Sometimes you can use some subtotals. In the absence of Pyfel or Father or Mother, the actual leader was a boy of fourteen called "Lefty" Rizzo. You must have some friendship with him, or you won't be able to stand out. Lefty, what can I do for you? (This was said by the 10-year-old Polanke.) Lefty is talking to his assistant. *** off,Nail machine manufacturer, Polack. Yo, what's up? Where am I bothering you? Get out of here. He walked around the dormitory and felt all the fifty beds, including the half-open and half-closed cabinets. 3shardware.com

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