The man held my shoulder and walked through the dark corridor. He tilted his head and looked into the windows on both sides. Several girls in each room were either sitting in front of the wooden table with their heads down reading, or leaning against the corner and twiddling their fingers.
The two girls with golden and bright red hair who were last seen in the room were entangled silently. The man coughed lowly, and the thick sound interrupted the fight between the two girls. He reluctantly punched the girl one last time, and then bowed out of the window apologetically.
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