Chicago has been on everyone's ears since this morning.

And of course, as usual, everything went on as usual at school.

Carl used to sit in the bathroom, selling guns and light drugs. The guy was calm.

And so, a girl came into the men's room, seemingly simple, naive. He sighed, as he always did.

"I don't sell anything to quiet mice. Sorry, it's nothing personal," the guy said, putting the gun in his bag. "Go for a walk, baby."