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“Ah, a visitor. Welcome, welcome.”
The hooded figure remained in his seat, hunched over the only piece
of furniture in the room,..
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Shivering, I straddled a plain black box in my lap. My breathing came
out in gasps; I could hardly control it. The lump in my throat was
growing bi..
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Life is a routine. A series of events predicated by a certain order,
and the high point of any order is its beginning. From the beginning,
everythi..
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Music?
Strange.
Who else would be here so early?
My
footsteps echoed through the vacant hallways, only to be drowned out
by the chorus of ..
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“Good morning, Miss President.”
“Good morning, girls,” I smiled to a group of fellow third years
on their way to cla..
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I
sighed half-heartedly, passing an egg salad sandwich from one hand to
another with disinterest. Fifteen minutes into our lunch break and
the mos..
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BEEP.
What?
BEEP.
What is that infernal noise?
BEEP.
Whatever it is, it's getting louder.
BEEP.
..
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Gently, I brush away locks of auburn hair from Hannah's dozing face. She's still sleeping, or should I say, she's still unconscious, and sitting limp..
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The room rematerializes. Its features have remained unchanged since the first visit. Despite the low hanging ceiling and cramped enclosure, it feels ..
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The afternoon winds bite at my exposed skin. All of our exposed skins. I see my fellow workers shuddering, as I am, in the bitterly cold weather. We ..
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