“Chaplin, hold on a moment, I need to talk to you briefly.” The old history teacher looks up from his texts to eye me squarely. Gulping down my nervousness, I remain in my seat while everyone else files out as quickly as they can manage with half their brain cells blown out either by marijuana or alcoholic beverages, neither of which are exactly on ( Read more... )

I'll begin by clarifying that this will not change anything, and the only reason I am writing this is because you deserve to know the whole story. And because I’m sorry.

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“Chap, darling, come and eat your dinner.” Every word she spoke, the tail of it would wind down as if it was absolutely unnecessary and tiring just to put together some ( Read more... )