The bells chime
The books sit down
They begin to write
For hours unending, they pour out their minds
A do or die affair.
The bell chimes.
Finally they stop writing.
Some are happy and call the exam substandard
Some are angry at the books
Others are indifferent
Some lament for plans foiled
but nobody really knows until the judgement day which book studied which
and which book has become which
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