The smell of strong soap in the corridors . . . children yelping and running, like a pack of hounds, in the early morning . . . the grimy carboniferous smell of the class room . . . children whispering and scratching their pens as the sun swings a golden ruler through the chalk notes . . . bells ringing for recess . . . the musty smell of a class room after lunch with bits of greasy sandwich wrappings in the aisles . . . more bells and the shuffle of feet going downstairs...
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