A slice of stale bread and watery tea was all I needed to mar the morning.Behind the velvety light green flowery patterned curtain,the green leaves blended quite beautifully into the light blue and white sky.Certainly a perfectr day, except for the asaturday at the shopping mall - if not for the little prison I was subjected to called school.
"Dave", Mom called or probably shouted as was her custom of late and even thiough I was a room away it filtered into my ears lazily like an overburdened camel as if she was beyond earshot.
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