I look to the grey table where he sits. I meet his amazing blue eyes we both jerk out heads in unison. Our hair going ever witch way. I look at the white light and notice how the groves in the plastic cover disappear when you look at the for long enough. How if you look at the light with your eyes pealed open, as I did, the light seems to dim. He looked at the floor pretending to care about the intricate pattern in the carpet as much as I do. When I hear the teacher say in a loud but clear voice "ok now get started" I look down at him with a confused look on my face my vision going black because of looking at the light for to long. The teacher only responds with a shrug and lifts his bushy but not ugly eyebrows.
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Tales For The Broken
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