Chapter 4: The right choice indeed.

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Hmm. This was what I was thinking when I was a few minutes into it.

Damn. That thought was the result of a few more minutes of it.

I had finally found it. The new, refreshing, exciting book to read. The book. It was an old book, of course. One of the ones I found whilst at the library with Kobe. It was written by an author I've not yet heard of: Gavriil Khavin. And his writing was fantastic! This particular book, An Oppressed Evil, was about human morality and how it effects us all as a whole.

To be forthright, I hadn't read such an astounding truth in awhile. Gavriil definitely seemed to know what he was talking about. He claimed that "human evil is undeniable as human imagination itself." And I was only two chapters in, and he's already piqued my interest! I couldn't help but to keep reading, and at every chance I got.

"No, honey, I don't know what that means either," replied my mother after the sixth question I'd asked her in regards to An Oppressed Evil.

"I think it means that generally speaking, human nature hasn't truly evolved in the typical sense, and he's trying to portray that in with aphorisms in chapters-"

"That's nice, but you know you should be leaving for school now. Well, three minutes ago, so get walking! We can finish our discussion at dinner, I promise. Haha," she said, cutting off my theory.

"Okay, fine. But I'm taking the book." I knew she'd forget about our conversation in an hour anyhow.

When I had gotten to school, I was anticipating study hall. I just needed more time to indulge in the book. And that's exactly what I did as soon as I sat down in the nearest desk when I entered the room. Concentrating only on the whimsical words of Gavriil, forty five minutes dissipated in a breeze, like a morning mist disappears by day. A disappointment to say the least. But at least I would be reuniting with his words by lunch period, which was only four periods after study hall.

By lunch I was fully convinced that I had to find more works of his, if there were any. And I was more determined than ever to find them.

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