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The bell. I swept my books off the table and made a dash. Killing first years along the way as I swooped to my destination. A queue. I broke out ino an uneasy sweat. There was one roll left. It had to be mine. As I approached the desk my heart shattered into a thousand pieces as a brazen 4th year skipped the queue, and stole my destiny.