The Doraemon Lover


First day of school was a breeze sitting on the ground of the hall corridor for hours from morning to afternoon just to wait for a haircut.


Before the haircut it was the principal’s speech that was so long that I forgot to time her! The only thing I remembered from that dreadful speech was “I try not to drag this too long”. Else it was just the fact that she was droning on and on ad nauseam that I remembered, that’s all.


That’s why we say different people have different definitions of the length of time. Hers was so overboard I didn’t see the need of having time and indicating time in seconds or even minutes (at the rate she’s going) anymore in our world. God save us.

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