Ippo made no pretense of eating. He left his bowl where it sat and endured his roommate's narcissistic abuse, legs bent to his chest as he waited anxiously on his bed for some sign that night had begun. It came in the form of silence and static from the intercom that grew to unbearable levels. His hands covered his ears quickly until the ringing
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That was all superstition in the end, but getting to meet people only to lose them a day or two later did wear down on a person after a while. It did on him, anyway, but that was because he usually became friendly with someone after the first conversation ( ... )
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