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It was boring sitting around most of the time in his desk, waiting for an opportunity for a student to talk to him about their problems or what they had in mind. New thoughts rushed into his head at even the mention of a student, making his face burn up.
Oh, how he could daydream about them forever if he had the chance to. A young, innocent boy giving him a puny smile after telling them praises and motivation quotes, even if it was just a facade, how they would weep softly when trying to spell out a sentence. It was the most adorable sight in the world, so, so—
*knock , knock*
An audible knock interrupted his daydreaming, snapping him out of the trance he created. Giving himself a few seconds to regain himseld, he stood up from his chair and walked to the door, opening it with trembling hands.
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mr . small is a pedophile in the making
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thoughts take the form of caterpillars.
the more you feed them, the bigger they become..
once it becomes too much ,
you bury yourself in a cocoon of guilt.

