Eclectic Dejection

  • She folded her hands together and brought them towards her head. So that when you look straight, directly at her, you cannot see a part of her face.

In an instant, the problem you formulated  in your brain drizzles down your cheek, and disappears in the abyss of laughter;

at your professor who is smiling without a nose.

 

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