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His hands were folded perfectly, one atop the other, a thin layer of fog outlining his long fingers, marking where they lay against the cool acetate of the school desktop. His legs, far too long for the desk chair combination provided by the university, where tucked under his seat, crossed at the ankle. And thus he sat, posture perfect, eyes trained on the vision before him. He knew not her name, but for the teacher addressing her as “Miss Natsunei” when inviting her to the arithmetic quandar...

I’m sorry. I tangent. It’s just that I haven’t been able to get that question out of my head. “Why is a raven like a writing desk?” No, why can’t I find the answer. Why can’t I get it to quiet down. Why must it constantly pop forth in my thoughts. It makes studying harder, and writing harder. Why is a raven like a writing desk? Why should I even care enough to let this bother me. I have tests and papers to worry about. Not why some bird is like some thing. It’s enough to drive a body mad. Mad...

I bolted across the lawn, slipping on the evening dew, my arms flailing out in front of me as I managed my balance and kept on running. “Max! Knock it off!” His wolf clad head looked up at me from his bent over pose. He was laughing at the fallen figure, but his laugh stopped when he saw me running. The moonlight illuminated his smile, his shit eating grin. I could swear he had fangs. “Robbie! You came to have fun, too!? Where are your books?” He swayed toward, slanted in only the way a drunk...