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paper to White Swan. It must be an invitation for
their next meet.” It was Plump Doll.
We moved slowly, but caused rustling.
“Who is there? Come out!” It was the voice of
our political supervisor.
“Come out. We have seen what you are doing!”
other voices shouted.
I took White Swan by the arm and darted into a
thick growth of grass, my heart thumping with shock.
There, we saw a pair of lovers from the mathematical
department. They were held in an embrace,
passionately rolling together on the grassland. Our
sudden intrusion into their privacy made them very
angry. They jumped to their feet in an instant. The
young man let out a mighty roar and got ready to
fight me. When they understood what had happened,
they desperately ran deeper into the woods, like
rabbits. We followed them. Though we were
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