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Enjoy this fiction.

You are in the exam hall and the invigilator has just arranged everyone in a sitting order.
You are very scared because your formation has scattered. The only thing still giving your sweaty self some confidence is the handwritten piece of paper in your belt buckle and its photocopied brother in your shoes.
Though you feel a bit off because you're not sitting with your guys, you are happy you have backup.
The question papers are given.
Damn! This man is too wicked. See questions!
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You glance around at the others and the human part of you feel pity for them, you're wondering how they will answer this questions without help.

For you, the gods dropped a boon on your thighs. The exact parts of the notes you wrote are the answers to the questions.
Your sweating reduce, a feeling of sweet relief is preceded by the weakness that usually heralds it.
You are now so relaxed that you even take some time to stare up the open skirt of the fair girl sitting behind you.
Then you turn with a smile and begin writing.
The invigilator moves around looking nonchalantly at the students. source
He is not too worried about anyone cheating. Rather he is thinking of how he will raise the money needed for his wedding coming up soon.
He remembers to call some warnings to you all from time to time.

You have scouted his movements and charted his pathways.
You are not worried even though you are sitting at the front for you know when to hide your chokes inside your answer scripts and when to use it.
Inside, you are happy and singing hallelujah.
If only you knew that Amen proceeds Hallelujah, you would have prayed before hand.

Your dean!
He has decided to check on the exam progress.
He makes the arduous climb up the stairs and enters the hall. He steps in quietly and looks the class over.
An evil breeze, blowing gently and sweetly.
It comes along and blows your scripts away.

Alas! It lands at the feet of the dean opened, He picks it up and takes a look.
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Your chokes spill out like grains from a sack.
The shock on your face can only be matched by the sneer on the dean's face.

Somewhere, hundreds of kilometers away, in an old and abandoned hut, three women are sitting at a mirror watching the events unfold in the hall.
They give a thunderous laugh that sounds supernatural.
One of them breaks out in fits of hooting and says
"He thinks their family will have a graduate? Never!!!"
They laugh again and again.

Inspired by a true story.

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