Quiz (an acrostic poem)

Quinton stared at the hieroglyphics written in front of him

Until a few seconds ago, he was sure he could read them, but now…

It was the kind of thing that drove his anxiety through the roof

Zero answers forthcoming, he handed his in and left

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