Remember when you were in school and the teacher left the classroom for a moment causing you and your peers to erupt into a desperate kind of chaos? You knew that Mrs. No-Passing-Notes-During-Silent-Reading-Time would be back any minute and you did everything in your power to revel in your newfound freedom before the squeak of the classroom door sounded the return of elementary authority.
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