Teachers never die. Always live in your memories. They were there when you came and were there when you left, as fixed. Occasionally
teach you something. But not all. And you never get to know as much as they even know you. At some trust in them and, if you're lucky, maybe there is one who trusts you.
teach you something. But not all. And you never get to know as much as they even know you. At some trust in them and, if you're lucky, maybe there is one who trusts you.
-Yo ... I thought it was my friend ...
"I'm not your friend, Mr. Arnold. I am your master.
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