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As I passed the town hall, I saw many people
standing in front of a bulletin board. For two
years now, that was where all the bad news had
come from. It was mostly bad news about the war.
“There must be more bad news,”
I thought.
Bad news! School! I had forgotten all about
participles. I began to run, but Mr. Wachter, my
father’s friend, stopped me.
“There’s no need to
hurry, son. You have enough time for school.”
I did not understand what he meant. I looked
at him for a moment, and then I started to run
again. When I got to school, I was out of breath.