How can you differentiate your fantasies from your own memories?
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-August 31: Monday-
Even with the bright sun present outside, the children in the classroom doesn’t have the urge to go out and play.
Among the five, where three of them were on the ground and scribbled on it using the chalk that they took from the teacher’s table but all were obviously tired and has lesser energy than what a normal kid should have, there’s two students who didn’t moved an inch from their seats and just silently took a break.
The boy, one of the two silent students, rubbed his eyes as he turned to look at the girl whose eyes were closed. “Are you okay?” he asked, looking worriedly at his classmate who’s resting her head on the window beside her. “Are you sick?”
Hearing his voice, the young gir
