They last morning very fast.
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Meeting classmates were quite standard. grown-up, all we wandered through the old classes, laughing quietly and remembering school days. then there was tea and cake, then in the course went over a hot drink, and classmates began to talk about themselves. the former superintendent was vice president of a major furniture company, and gold medallist owns a chain of pharmacies throughout the city. even the main bully of the class, the eternal losers peter prokhorov became a member of parliament. finally, the turn before me. "well, sasha, what are your successes? " - i asked my friends from school. grinning, i leaned back in my chair and gave them his full contempt look. before me sat worthless, the worst representatives of the human race who don't know about serious things. they are so stupid and insignificant that i didn't even want to share with them their achievements. but yet, i decided to shed on them the glow of her radiant majesty. "gold" - casually i threw a bone to the flock of stupid dogs "gold in league of legends. and triumphantly emerged from the audience, leaving behind a past life. new triumphs and successes, i have no time given to the memories with these scum. my coat waving in the autumn wind cloak winner.