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Anton noticed a few of the machines were working producing their regular humming echoes and the smell of detergent was floating in the air. Dylan walked to the two dryers that had finished their cycle he opened the lids and called Anton.
“Come, let’s start our job…” Taking bunches of clothes he placed them on the big counter and started folding them: boys’ uniforms, shorts, t-shirts, socks, undergarments, “come, give me a hand” he prodded his helper who obliged and started folding clothes like the other man. “Work is always easier with a helper, as the saying goes, Anton,” old Dylan said when the muffled noise of people walking upstairs was noticed. “They must have finished their breakfast and they are walking to their classrooms,” Dylan said and pointed to the ceiling with his hand.
Anton tuned his ears but he didn’t hear a single word, just the muffled sound of steps on the floor.
“I noticed the complete silence that reigns in here…like yesterday when the kids were outside at recess. These kids don’t talk or they aren’t supposed to talk?” He asked the old man who shook his head, “Talking isn’t allowed while in school, discipline is a way to do it and it’s something the teachers enforce here. No exceptions,” he added with emphasis on the last two words.
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