So, the other night I dreamed that I was in French class, with our new teacher. She had us all in those horrible conventional rows (not like the special double ones that we used to have), facing away from her desk. It was some new, small, cramped room, not the fun old one with curtains. And we were reading from these big square books of Italian
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