The following events take place between 11 AM and 12 PM.
“Hey, is that for real?”
“Wow, what’s up with that?”
“Are they on crack or what?”
“Jesus, don’t they have anything better to do with their time?”
In the school grounds, a group of student in the middle of physical education looked up at the roof of the school, where four of their own – that is, students – stood waving a gigantic banner enthusiastically. Well, at least one of them was enthusiastic. The other three were a mixture of reluctance, annoyance and fear. The banner fluttered in the wind akin to the manner a limp corpse floated on a river, except that it was a banner, not a corpse, and that it was in the air, not on the water. So, in a way, it wasn’t really akin. Perhaps a more suitable way of putting it would have been totally unlike the manner a limp corpse floated on a river.
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