formed
raze
when
i
was
thirteen
,
someone
whipped
a
piece
of
clay
or
something
across
the
room
and
almost
hit
the
substitute
teacher
in
the
face
with
it
.
her
name
was
ms.
st_germain
.
we
only
had
her
for
one
day
.
someone
called
her
"
miss
shaves
her
mane",
not
because
she
had
facial
hair
we
could
see
,
but
because
it
was
amusing
to
say
.
she
made
us
stand
outside
and
told
us
we'd
be
out
there
until
the
person
who'd
thrown
the
thing
gave
themselves
up
.
we
formed
a
line
outside
the
same
door
we
would
line
up
at
every
day
at
the
end
of
recess.
whoever
the
would
-be assailant
was
,
they
didn't
say
anything
,
and
if
anyone
knew
who
they
were
,
they
didn't
say
anything
either
.
and
though
it
was
chilly
,
our
punishment
was
more
of
a
gift
.
it
was
good
to
get
some
air
.
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