I remember being a scrawny youth, a mere twelve years old, and having recently returned from living overseas for five years in China. I was enrolled in the nearby high school, and was preparing to enter eighth grade, admittedly, being a bit young for that time. I had managed to skip first grade, and thus, […]
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Room
Paris adjusted his position in the chair. As chairs go, it was far from anything special. It was rigid, with no cushion or padding of which to speak. It was constructed of some unidentifiable wood, covered by a thin layer of a dark and slightly copper hued paint. The paint flaked off the chair at […]