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We were grouped in pairs. I hated my partner. Just looking at her made me regret joining this stupid club. Why the hell did I even do this? Her stupid fucking face. This stupid fucking teacher. This is what I get for trying to culture myself.
He was sitting there with his guitar, alone. It had already been restrung twice and he had no idea what to do next. That's what was so odd about Daniel. He could fix things but had no idea how to use them. Playing the guitar was as much a mystery to him as the question of why humans exist.
The paper just sat there in the sleeve, sheathed like sword. Although the words written were of utter importance to the world, the sleeve looked as though it had seen more action than the law that was printed on the paper.
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