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The math teacher was pounding on the boards and solving the equation that looked good on her watch. Electricity fell in his black eyes and as he looked at the board, he slowly pulled his bag out of the desk. She hurriedly grabbed the book, her office, and her belongings and put them in the bag. He pulled the small mirror out of the front of his bag and went under the table to excuse the pencil. He squatted and put a hand on his head and face. Sara's hand-held friend kicked her in the shoulder, "Madam is coming, Madam is coming!"