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The blazer felt all too familiar, like it was just yesterday sitting there in the back of the classroom, staring at the green space of the chalkboard, the numbers and letters blurring together ( Read more... )

Forergoedingly Miles Edgeworth never really gave a second thought to a pastrami sandwich, but today it seemed especially nice. The air was sweet with the remnants of June making it's way into the small backstreet café. The sandwich looked so refined against the white plate, the lettuce crisp and chill. There was a toothpick with a red cellophane wrapper at ( Read more... )