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Session 1

As soon as the gorgeous face of Ms.Honey strolled  into class velvet, the appealing  room brought a shock of happiness that  appeared to turn the familiar face of Ms.Honey into the shining eyes of an angel.She sang to herself and was like a delightful note being played on repeat by a grand piano. The sun that looked like it was owned by heaven reflected off of the oak resin tables and onto the warm smiles of the wise children and  with a peaceful grin rather like a puppy just delivered from heaven. ‘So children, how’s your week been , ’ joyfully said  the peaceful  teacher, ‘I am not used to having such delightful pupils.

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