When I was young in my school there was a monster. The monster was bipolar. In the days pair the monster was good but in the odd days the monster was bad. The 27th november a crime happened. The teacher of philosophy was dead.
They found the teacher in te teacher's classroom. The director was dead in the middle of a bloodstain with a fork in the head. Everybody thought it had been the monster, but the monster said he wasn't the murderer because that night he was stealing a lot of chewing gums in the cafeteria. After that, the waiter said that was true. For that season the monster wasn't the murderer it.
One day, they discoveced the truth. The murderer was the concierge, because the concierge was crazy. The theacher wouldn't let him eat in school and the crazy concierge killed him.
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