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according an embryo pickled in spirits in the school cabinet I am in vertical position, I do not think, I do not see, because my eyes didn't develop yet. My heart is pickled, so I do not feel. I swim in some liquid. My underdeveloped brain is permanently pickled in the spirits, so I am brain damaged. I look like E.T., they say, when they are passing into their biology class, notebooks in their hands and pleated skirts create a little breeze in always stuffed hallway. The boys are following discussing the last football game. One of them pointed at me: "This embryo was here, when my father attended this school thirty years ago". So nothing changes, only pupils do. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 1/3/2012