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The room

In the room of spiders , I felt  red, glowing eyes whacking my ever move.

In the room of envy, I felt shivers  of  anger, apprehension down my weak spine.

In the room of dogs, I felt fluffy cuddly tail sounding my legs.

In the room of  teachers, I hear them being childish, and children like.

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